His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 195

Devon honestly didn't feel like talking to Marina, but since she'd come over and asked, he didn't bother sugarcoating his answer.

"That day, I critiqued both your design and Niamh's. You knew perfectly well I'd mixed up the two of yours, but you were more than happy to take credit for praise that should have gone to Niamh."

"I…"

"Am I wrong?"

Marina had no answer.

"If you really want to apologize, or make things right, you owe that to Niamh, not to me."

"…"

"Let me give you some advice, Marina. Cutting corners and playing tricks might get you ahead temporarily, but it never lasts."

As soon as Devon finished lecturing her, Marina rolled her eyes internally. He was the one who'd mixed up the designs, not her—so why was she the one getting blamed?

Fuming, Marina suddenly noticed Niamh handing a piece of jewelry to Chairman Grant.

It was a hairpin.

Solid gold, no gemstones, but crafted with old-world techniques—brushed finish, delicate filigree, and vibrant enamel. The workmanship was exquisite; this was no ordinary piece.

This was the hairpin Niamh had finished but never submitted during the original round.

"I saw online that you and your wife had a traditional-style wedding," Niamh explained. "I guessed she'd appreciate something classic, so I used pure gold. The design of the hairpin recreates the place where you proposed—Mooncrest Summer Estate."

Liam Grant placed the hairpin carefully in its box and offered her a warm smile. "Thank you, Niamh."

"So… what do you think of my design, Chairman Grant?" Niamh asked timidly, her hands folded nervously.

She'd hoped her inventiveness and craftsmanship might impress him. But his reaction was so calm that she grew anxious.

"If you'd shown me this a while ago, I would've been amazed—blown away, even…" Liam chuckled, shrugging. "But now? This is just what I expect from you."

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