Divorce Failed! My Wife's Secret Identities Shock the World novel Chapter 328

But when they turned around and realized it was Maeve Vance, they couldn't even stay mad.

Maeve was a campus legend—low-profile, lethal on paper, impossible not to notice. Of course she'd catch Simon Grover's attention.

Maeve stopped spinning the pen and smiled at Simon.

"Our philosophies don't match," she said lightly. "I doubt there's much to discuss."

That answer only sharpened Simon's curiosity.

"Let me hear your philosophy."

Maeve didn't bother being polite about it. "Mine is: fix the problem at the source."

Simon's expression stayed cool. "Be specific."

Maeve spoke evenly, like she was presenting a case file.

"Artificial heart technology is already close to mature."

"But after transplant, the biggest issue most patients can't escape is rejection."

"If Lab C has the resources to develop artificial hearts, why not shift your primary focus back to the patient's original heart?"

"Common heart diseases include coronary artery disease, hypertensive heart disease—"

"Rheumatic heart disease, pulmonary heart disease. Myocarditis, myocardial infarction…"

She listed them without pausing, like they were lines she'd memorized years ago.

"Develop targeted drugs for specific causes," she finished. "You reduce patient suffering, and you reduce the financial burden on families."

"In my opinion, no artificial organ will ever outperform the one nature gave us."

Simon clapped—slow, elegant, deliberate.

"Your philosophy is excellent," he said. "But it isn't operational."

"When a patient reaches the point of needing an artificial heart, it means the original is beyond saving."

Maeve smiled back, unruffled. "Then that's the real test of Lab C, isn't it?"

"If you decide the medical system can't restore a damaged heart, that's not realism. That's limitation."

Simon glanced at him. "Even your brother wouldn't block me like that."

Mateo didn't flinch. "My brother is my brother. I'm me."

Simon tipped his chin toward Maeve. "Your girlfriend?"

Mateo: "Classmate."

Maeve patted Mateo's shoulder. "Relax. Mr. Grover and I go way back. He's not going to do anything to me."

Mateo blinked. He had no idea Maeve knew Simon.

Maeve checked her watch. "Half an hour. You pick the place."

Simon's assistant and bodyguards looked genuinely stunned.

Usually, their boss set the rules. No one gave Simon Grover a time limit.

And yet Miss Vance did, like it was nothing.

Simon's smile turned polished, almost courtly. "Then come sit in my car."