Divorce Failed! My Wife's Secret Identities Shock the World novel Chapter 326

Maeve: "Your name's already on the list. Why aren't you competing?"

It wasn't that she didn't want to. She'd just let it slip her mind.

As for an entry… there was no rush.

Mateo couldn't make sense of how Maeve's brain worked. He gave up trying to dig into it.

"Hey—there's a medical lecture this afternoon. Want to go?"

Aethelburg University brought in big-name speakers every so often—professor-level, headline types.

Maeve had sat through two before. Nothing new, nothing useful, boring enough to qualify as theft of her time.

"Not interested."

Mateo tacked on casually, "I heard this time the speaker is Simon Grover."

Maeve finally reacted. "Mr. Grover is coming to speak here?"

Mateo explained, patient as ever.

"Simon Grover is huge in the medical world. He's best known for founding Lab C."

"And sure, they're calling it a lecture, but he's really here to scout talent."

"If you get picked, you can sign with Grover Group early."

"From the day you sign, every expense is covered by Grover Group."

Maeve arched a brow. "The AI project competition is funded by Grover Group too, right? Sounds like the same deal."

Mateo nodded. "The competition's backed by Barton Grover."

"The Grover family recruits the same way across the board—high pay, great benefits."

"If they think you're worth it, they don't hesitate to throw money at you."

He was the kind of man who pulled focus the way gravity pulled light—almost unfair. Even the people around him looked like they'd been hired from a casting call.

With Simon in the room, attention didn't get "shared." It got owned.

The girls seeing him up close practically vibrated with excitement.

"Oh my God—he's unreal. I'm making his face my lock screen. I could stare at that for a year."

"His legs are insane. He's gotta be at least six-one."

"Why did nobody tell me an earring could look that… good on a man?"

Simon Grover was born with the kind of privilege that made people believe the universe played favorites.

Money, talent, and a face that made strangers forget their own names.

Maeve wasn't sure if she imagined it—she was sitting far back—but when Simon stepped up to the podium, his sharp gaze seemed to land precisely on her.