Divorce Failed My Wife's Secret Identities Shock the World novel Chapter 479

She didn't hold back a single ounce of strength.

The moment her foot connected, Bowen's legs gave out, and he crashed heavily to the floor right at Maeve's feet.

The sickening thud of his bones hitting the ground sent a phantom ache through the crowd.

The trust fund babies waiting for a show subconsciously winced as if their own legs had snapped.

The deafening music was abruptly cut off.

In that instant, the room froze.

Smokers paused with cigarettes halfway to their mouths. Drinkers stopped mid-sip.

The dancers halted, and the couple in the corner awkwardly stopped humping in the sudden silence.

The massive Room 1919 was dead quiet.

Maeve looked down at the crumpled Bowen, a devilish smirk playing on her lips.

"Mr. Ashford, consider your wish granted."

"Are you happy? Is it thrilling? Do you enjoy the rush of being sprawled out on the floor like a beaten dog?"

Fighting through the excruciating pain of his likely shattered kneecaps, Bowen pointed a trembling finger at her.

"You—you psychotic bitch!"

Maeve's smile didn't waver.

"Sir, this has nothing to do with my attitude."

"You were the one who demanded someone hit the floor."

"I just gave you exactly what you asked for. Why do you look so upset?"

She grabbed a fistful of his hair, violently jerking his head back to force him to look her in the eyes.

"Tell me, why are you unhappy? Did I do a bad job?"

Her grip was so savage it looked like she was about to rip his scalp clean off.

Bowen lay awkwardly on the ground, completely at her mercy.

Pathetically, not a single one of the bystanders dared to intervene.

Maeve's icy gaze swept over the men who had been eager for a show.

"Gentlemen, tell me. Did I do a bad job?"

Whether it was her overwhelming aura or the sheer villainy in her smile, the men she looked at visibly shrank back in fear.

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