His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 138

Backstage, Niamh pocketed half a million dollars in prize money—just from tonight's race alone.

These days, the Pegasus Cup was held every week, and Niamh had promised the organizers she'd show up whenever she was free.

Truth be told, she hadn't competed all that many times; she could count her appearances on one hand. But every time she showed up, she took first place. Add to that the fact she was a woman in a male-dominated sport, and it was no wonder the organizers welcomed her with open arms—she always managed to electrify the crowd.

By the time she left the international racetrack, it was late and her stomach was growling. She ducked into a nearby gastropub to grab something to eat.

As soon as she stepped inside, she caught sight of a row of people sitting right by the door—Jonathan, Marina, and Preston Winslow.

They spotted her too. If she turned around and left now, it would look too deliberate, as if she were afraid of them.

Niamh hesitated for a split second, then pulled out a chair and sat down next to Jonathan.

Jonathan didn't say a word, just lifted the corner of his mouth in a faint, ambiguous smile.

Marina looked like she wanted to frown but held back, cursing Niamh's persistence in her head.

Of the three, Preston Winslow was always the most eager to throw shade at Niamh, but tonight, his attention was elsewhere.

"You should've seen my idol out there—she was incredible."

Bragging to Jonathan and Marina wasn't enough for Preston; he launched into an animated retelling of the race for the pub owner, gesturing wildly as he talked.

At the time, Niamh had no idea the three of them had been at the racetrack. Even when she heard Preston gushing, it didn't cross her mind that he was talking about her.

Not until he mentioned the name "Katarina."

Niamh never would've guessed that the newest, most enthusiastic fan she'd gained after returning to racing would be Preston Winslow—the one person who'd always claimed to despise her.

She ate her late-night meal in silence, while Jonathan and Marina chatted away, completely engrossed in their own conversation. Preston, meanwhile, couldn't stop raving about "Katarina."

Sitting next to them, Niamh felt like she was on a completely different planet.

She finished her food faster than the other three. As she was about to pay the bill, she suddenly heard Jonathan say, "You're not going back to FY…"

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