His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 412

Elmer watched as a sharply dressed man hurried out of his car and ran over to Jonathan—clearly his assistant.

Not until the deep blue Bentley carrying Jonathan finally pulled away did Elmer let out a sigh of relief.

He pulled out his phone, typed a quick “Good night” to Niamh, and then drove off.

Niamh had just confirmed that Lana made it home safely when Elmer’s WhatsApp popped up.

A simple “Good night,” yet somehow, it soothed the foul mood Jonathan had left her in.

She wrote back to Elmer, then climbed into bed and switched off the lamp.

The bedroom was pitch black, but sleep refused to come.

Jonathan’s words kept echoing in her mind—

“Believe it or not, I came to see you tonight… just because I wanted to see you.”

Niamh rolled over, stubbornly willing herself to sleep.

Maybe Jonathan really did want to see her. But it was just as true that she had no desire to see him.

For the next couple of weeks, Niamh was run off her feet—exhausted, but with results to show for it.

Apart from The Thomas Group, every other investor in Marina’s company pulled out.

In a matter of days, Marina’s business shrank dramatically, its assets shrinking by the hour.

Niamh knew perfectly well—Jonathan would never abandon Marina.

If The Thomas Group wanted to keep hauling around that dead weight, so be it. She was more than happy to watch from the sidelines.

Tonight was The Thomas Group’s centennial gala.

It was well past seven, and Niamh was still holed up in her office, hunched over her sketches.

The new product line, a collaboration with FY, was stalled—she’d hit a creative wall.

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