His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 342

Back when she’d asked Carlisle to hack into that photographer’s electronics—or when Carlisle had taken the initiative to dig up dirt on Flynn Sinclair for her—Niamh had always reacted the same way. The moment Carlisle called her “Rina,” she’d ignore him completely.

But this time, Niamh didn’t bother with the name issue.

“You were the one who got my name off the trending topics, weren’t you?”

“I used some rather unorthodox methods, but no one can trace it back to us.”

Carlisle’s voice was brimming with confidence over the phone.

Niamh couldn’t help but smile.

On the surface, Carlisle was the Quinn family’s driver and assistant, but beneath that, he was also their bodyguard—and a world-class hacker, with skills that could get just about anything done.

“Thank you. You really saved me this time.”

“I should be the one apologizing to you!”

Carlisle’s tone shifted, becoming sincerely apologetic.

“I’m in Coralis, so I don’t keep as close an eye on Aldonia’s social media. If I’d spotted the trending tags earlier, I could’ve shut down the backlash before it got out of control.”

“It’s not your fault. No need to apologize.”

Niamh shrugged, even though Carlisle couldn’t see her.

She’d trended more times than she could count—good, bad, true, false. At this point, she was used to it. If she let a bunch of online trolls knock her down, wouldn’t she be giving her enemies exactly what they wanted?

Niamh refused to let that happen.

Whoever was behind all this clearly wanted her reputation destroyed and her company in ruins. Well, she’d just have to rise from the ashes, then.

“By the way, those two don’t know anything about this, right?”

Carlisle understood immediately who “those two” referred to.

Ever since she’d become “Niamh,” she no longer called them “Mom” and “Dad.”

“Don’t worry. I haven’t told anyone. I took down the trending posts on my own, under the radar.”

“You’re amazing—no wonder you’re the world’s top hacker.”

For a moment, Carlisle was struck silent on the other end of the line.

Niamh couldn’t see his face, but she could picture his embarrassment at her praise.

“Oh, and Rina… Even if you hadn’t called, I was planning to reach out to you.”

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