His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 326

“What? Trying to get me to spill the beans?” Daniel sneered, shrugging his shoulders. “Let’s just say I have some powerful friends looking out for me.”

The truth was, Daniel didn’t know much about Joker—not even what he looked like. All he knew was that Joker worked for Marina, and as long as Daniel followed their instructions, he’d get his payout and his girl.

“We’re here.”

Daniel’s accomplice suddenly shouted.

Daniel leapt to his feet, his face alight with the wild joy of a man who’s cheated death.

For Daniel, this was freedom. For Niamh, it was ruin.

Her hands—fingers and palms—were slick with blood.

But fear had numbed her to the pain.

She had to keep sawing, harder and harder, if she wanted any chance of cutting through the rope. Only if she got free could she hope to escape.

The rope had loosened a little, but the time wasn’t right yet.

Niamh noticed Daniel wasn’t carrying a gun, but his foreign accomplice had a pistol tucked into his waistband.

She’d only get one shot at this. She had to make it count.

The boat smuggling them into Marisola drew closer—a battered freighter crammed with desperate souls running from one thing or another.

In the darkness, the ship and its ragtag passengers looked like some malignant growth festering on the ocean.

“Move it! Hurry up!”

The crew shouted in a foreign tongue as the freighter eased alongside the pier.

Daniel personally marched Niamh up the gangway, his accomplice following at their heels.

The night was bitterly cold, the wind biting through Niamh’s thin evening dress—she hadn’t had time to change since the gala. The chill instantly froze her to the marrow.

She was shoved aboard, hands tied tightly behind her back, fingers digging into the rough rope.

With a shudder and a groan, the freighter rumbled away from the dock.

“I’m free! I’m finally free!” Daniel crowed.

But before he could finish celebrating, Niamh broke loose from the rope and lashed out, kicking him square in the groin.

Daniel let out a strangled yelp, doubling over in agony.

His accomplice’s instincts kicked in—he reached for his gun.

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