His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 106

After Prescott parked the car, he followed behind Jonathan and Niamh, briefcase in hand.

Niamh glanced back, suspicion flickering in her eyes. "You brought me here for business?"

Jonathan turned to meet her gaze. "What else?"

"Were you hoping for a date or something?"

She caught the playful glint in his eyes and quickly looked away, embarrassed.

Jonathan's lips curled into a charming, mischievous smile.

The three of them made their way into the grand hotel, with Prescott trailing behind. Unlike most upscale hotels, this one was decorated with a heavy touch of Eastern flair—dark wood panels, lantern-style lighting, and intricate latticework everywhere.

Jonathan led Niamh into a private suite. The outer room resembled an exclusive dining hall, complete with a massive round table and a glass lazy Susan at its center. Beyond that, the adjoining space looked more like a hotel suite, with a wardrobe and a bed tucked in the corner.

"Mr. Thomas, you're early as always!"

Niamh's heart skipped a beat. She turned and saw Daniel approaching, his grin wide and unsettling. He looked perfectly healthy now, though a thin scar ran across his forehead.

Niamh wanted to bolt for the door.

Jonathan's voice was calm, but his words were pointed. "Mr. Kingsley here is one of The Thomas Group's key partners. You offended him last time. Tonight, you'd better offer a proper apology."

The message was clear: don't let personal grudges get in the way of business.

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