Divorce Failed! My Wife's Secret Identities Shock the World novel Chapter 1102

Mall security heard about the commotion and hurried over to defuse the situation.

Helpful bystanders also stepped in to stop Ryan when he lunged forward, trying to ram Maeve again.

Kids didn't know their own strength; if he actually hurt a pregnant woman, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Initially, Eva threw a tantrum after getting slapped, demanding justice from Maeve and Naomi.

But as more criticism and doubt pointed her way, she realized her son had caused another massive disaster.

Amid the chorus of condemnation, Eva grabbed her son and fled in panic, ending the absurd farce.

Naomi felt a bit unsatisfied.

"We're just going to let those two disgusting pieces of trash get away?"

Watching Eva's hasty retreat, Maeve patted her friend's shoulder.

"What, did you want to kill them?"

Naomi looked indignant.

"Damn it, she's a homewrecker but acts so superior. I really don't know why Barton Grover likes a woman like her."

Maeve replied, "Do you think Barton is any better? They're birds of a feather, just trash finding trash."

The little incident at the mall quickly reached Andres White's ears.

Learning that Barton's illegitimate son was vicious enough to talk about double homicide, he couldn't help but be furious.

"I'm not even mad, why are you?"

Maeve genuinely hadn't taken the matter to heart.

"This business war has cost the Grover family dearly. Their market value keeps evaporating. How much longer do you think they can hang on?"

In the living room of Azure Bay Villa, Maeve slowly ate her fruit, looking to be in a great mood.

He just never expected the Grover family to be dealing with one.

"Now that you mention it, there's a pattern. That psycho Nancy Grover is a prime example."

The older psycho secretly goading the little psycho to kill, using his age as a shield against the law—Andres mentally filed this debt away.

In a top-floor luxury apartment in a prime location of Aethelburg, Nancy Grover directed workers to smash the fully furnished home to pieces.

The workers carrying out the orders couldn't help but feel a pang of regret as they swung their hammers.

It was obvious the owner had put a lot of heart into decorating the sprawling space.

Every detail radiated elegance and love.

In the master bedroom, there were dozens of couple photos of the homeowner and his beloved, taken at various occasions.

Every single one was smashed to ruins.