Divorce Failed! My Wife's Secret Identities Shock the World novel Chapter 947

Unsurprisingly, Maeve's words struck a raw nerve.

In Nancy's original plan, she had indeed intended to use this martyrdom act to drive a wedge between Andres and Maeve.

But she had wildly overestimated her own importance to Andres, and severely underestimated his feelings for Maeve.

Recalling the humiliation she suffered at his birthday party, Nancy's expression gradually twisted into a snarl.

But after the venom subsided, a smug smile returned to her lips.

"Maeve, are you aware that the White and Grover families are going to be joined in a marriage alliance?"

Maeve looked at her as if she had just heard a hilarious joke.

"With me around, do you honestly think he'd let you through his front door?"

Nancy spoke with absolute certainty.

"He only has two choices in front of him: either marry me to save you, or abandon me to discard you."

"Whether he chooses the former or the latter, you are destined to be cast aside."

Maeve raised her eyebrows with great interest.

"So that was your ultimate goal in framing me? I truly didn't expect you to be such a love-struck fool."

"I guess it's my fault for giving you too much credit. I kept thinking that anyone capable of tormenting Charlie so ruthlessly must be a formidable opponent."

"Yet you've practically proven to me with facts that not only are you an idiot, you're hopelessly stupid."

Maeve's impenetrable composure thoroughly enraged Nancy.

She sprang to her feet, glaring down at Maeve from her vantage point.

"Since your very existence is an obstacle, I might as well just destroy it."

She signaled to the staff near the door.

"This suspect's mouth is too tight. She refuses to confess to her crimes."

"For such a stubborn criminal, it's necessary to apply some special interrogation techniques to get what we need."

The implication was clear: she was going to make Maeve pay in blood.

One of the young men walked up to Nancy and whispered in her ear.

So this was Nancy's true face. It was so hideous it was hard to look at.

"I'm afraid your plan is going to fall flat."

Glancing at the clock on the interrogation room wall, Maeve calmly began to count down: "Ten, nine, eight..."

Right as she hit three, the door to the interrogation room was pushed open.

A middle-aged man walked in, radiating authority, with an entourage trailing closely behind him.

Seeing the newcomer, Nancy frowned.

"Mr. Steele? What are you doing here?"

The man was Thatcher Grover's top confidant and the head of the Grover Group's legal department, Lawrence Steele.

He ignored Nancy's questioning, speaking in hushed tones with the interrogation staff before handing over a document.

After reviewing the file, the staff nodded.

"According to protocol, she can leave as soon as she signs."