Divorce Failed My Wife's Secret Identities Shock the World novel Chapter 339

The icy intent in Maeve's gaze slowly faded.

Then she smiled—strange, almost wrong.

"Oh. It's Whitty."

She tilted her head as if they'd bumped into each other at a party, not a slaughterhouse on the highway.

"Sorry you had to see all this. Didn't scare you, did it?"

Andres stared at her.

If anyone should've been terrified, it should've been Maeve.

In the silence, blood slid from the knife tips and tapped against the pavement.

The sound was tiny, almost nothing—yet it seemed to hammer against every heartbeat in the group.

The bodyguards Andres brought with him were frozen in shock.

If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, they never would've believed it.

A young woman—alone—turning a coordinated ambush into a massacre.

Andres thought Maeve must have been frightened out of her mind.

He wrapped her in a fierce embrace, his voice thick with guilt.

"I'm sorry. I should've been here sooner."

The moment he got Murray's distress message, Andres had abandoned his engagement without another thought.

He'd brought his men at top speed.

And still… it had happened.

Maeve let him hold her.

Even after the bloodletting, the anger inside her hadn't cooled.

For more than a year, she'd been searching for that person.

When the truth was finally about to surface, it was torn away by a pack of garbage.

Across the scene, Hans's voice cut in—tight with panic.

"Mr. Andres—Murray… Murray's not going to make it."

Andres's attention had been so locked on Maeve that he hadn't even noticed Murray lying in the blood not far away.

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