His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 91

The drunk's name was Daniel Kingsley. Tonight, though, he wasn't drunk—yet the way he looked at Niamh was just as lecherous as ever, sending a chill prickling across her skin.

What Niamh never expected was that he'd be the first to cry foul.

"It was you who harassed me first. That's why I hit you," she said to the officer, her voice steady. "There are security cameras at the club. Check the footage and you'll see what really happened."

But Daniel stood there, arms crossed, exuding smug confidence.

"We've already reviewed the surveillance," the officer said. "There's no sign of him bothering you, only you kicking him."

Niamh's jaw dropped in disbelief.

Even if the footage had been tampered with, surely the police would have noticed. The only explanation was that the local cops were in Daniel's pocket.

Facing the threat of detention, the officers told her to notify her family.

Clutching her phone, Niamh's knuckles whitened.

Her family…

Her mother was in a nursing home with dementia.

As for anyone else…

There was only Jonathan.

The thought of telling Jonathan she was about to be locked up made her stomach twist. This would be a scandal—a disaster for her career, her reputation, everything she'd worked for. Even if she wanted a divorce, she couldn't risk gambling her future.

"Mr. Kingsley," she said, seeking him out. "About last night… Let's settle this privately. Whatever medical bills you have, I'll cover them."

She was in the right—Daniel had harassed her, plain and simple. But the world wasn't always black and white, and Niamh wasn't about to take a needless loss. If money could make this go away, she'd pay.

Daniel gave her a slow once-over and grinned. "Buy me dinner. We'll call it even after that."

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