True love?
A snake like Barton Grover was entirely incapable of such an emotion.
"Maeve, since the negotiations turned sour, we don't have to sell them the rights at all."
They weren't exactly strapped for cash, and Murray saw no reason to waste oxygen on people like this.
A wicked smirk touched Maeve's lips.
"I'm actually quite invested in anything that involves the Grover family."
While she couldn't rip Nancy's heart out just yet, stirring up chaos in their lives was a hobby she fully intended to pursue.
"So you explicitly demanded Shawn just to humiliate that Yeager woman?"
Maeve recalled Shawn's facial structure and made a startling prediction. "That kid is destined for absolute superstardom."
Murray sighed internally.
The entertainment industry truly was a bizarre landscape.
"No wonder you zeroed in on a complete nobody."
Maeve shook her head. "He doesn't just have the potential to make it big; his vocal technique is legitimately top-tier."
"He must have had rigorous classical training as a child. It's just a shame he's a diamond buried in the dirt, left to rot in a corner."
"Since our paths crossed, I figured I'd do him a favor and pull him out of the mud."
Championing Shawn wasn't born out of some bleeding-heart savior complex. It was a calculated move to inflict maximum irritation on the Grovers.
Once the first domino was tipped, whatever chain reaction followed was up to fate.
A few days after the New Year, Aethelburg University officially reopened.
After nearly a month of intense recovery, the brutal injuries Daisy had sustained at Nancy's hands were completely healed.
Her newly grown fingernails looked flawless, erasing any visual proof of the horrific torture she had endured.
It was all thanks to the experimental ointments Maeve had provided.
Not only did they accelerate tissue regeneration, but they practically forced the nails to regrow overnight.

VERIFYCAPTCHA_LABEL
Comments
The readers' comments on the novel: Divorce Failed My Wife's Secret Identities Shock the World