His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 133

This was a private club.

Niamh took a moment to smooth her hair and adjust her suit, nerves fluttering in her stomach. She'd changed into a sleek black business outfit—she looked a bit like a college grad heading into her first interview, and truthfully, she felt just as anxious.

Clubs made her uneasy, and with good reason. The last time she'd been in one, she'd crossed paths with Daniel, which had led to no end of trouble.

But today, Niamh was meeting with an angel investor.

She'd been dreaming of leaving The Thomas Group for ages, though she never once considered going back to FY. She wanted to start her own jewelry design studio, to build her own brand from scratch.

She trusted her skills as a designer—she had some experience under her belt—but running a business was a whole new world. Money? She had a bit squirreled away, but building a luxury jewelry label was a long game, and her savings were barely a drop in the ocean. And on top of everything else, her medical bills were still looming over her.

Lana had added her to a group chat for angel investors, and Niamh had reached out to a few promising contacts. None of them had seemed particularly interested in her or her project.

She knew how tough it was to get anything off the ground, and she'd braced herself for disappointment.

But, for once, luck was on her side.

Briefcase in hand, Niamh made her way down the carpeted hallway to the suite the investor had specified.

Azure Dream Bay was nothing like The Gatsby Club. For all its status as a "private club," it was all sharp lines and business formality inside—no hint of entertainment or excess, just a low hum of serious conversations. There weren't any drunken men leering at women in the corridors; no one like Daniel in sight.

Niamh felt herself relax, just a little.

She'd originally suggested meeting at a restaurant, but the investor had brought up concerns about keeping her proposal confidential, so here they were.

She knocked, stepped inside, and found the investor already waiting for her.

His name was Marcus Lawson, and he wasn't in Lana's group chat—he'd reached out to her directly. Niamh wasn't naïve enough to believe in fairy-tale luck, so she'd been cautious. But Marcus had surprised her—he actually knew the industry.

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