His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 184

Ask them to lend her three billion dollars?

Three billion…

Those two could easily cough up that kind of money, but whether they'd actually lend it to her—Niamh had no idea. And even if they did, she knew there'd be no shortage of snide remarks and cutting sarcasm.

On one side was the divorce from Jonathan; on the other, having to beg the two people she'd sworn she'd never ask for anything in her life.

Niamh was caught between a rock and a hard place, running her hands anxiously through her hair.

After leaving The Thomas Group, she called Flynn. He didn't pick up at first—probably busy with a case.

It wasn't until dusk that Flynn finally called her back.

The city lights of Aldenville blinked on, neon and temptation everywhere, nightlife humming as the evening deepened.

Niamh found herself standing outside Room 9108 at the Violet Majestic Hotel.

This was where Flynn had told her to meet him.

She clutched the divorce papers Jonathan had handed her, pressed tightly to her chest.

Before she could even knock, the door swung open from inside.

It was Flynn who'd opened it.

"Come in."

Flynn was wearing a white hotel bathrobe, hair still damp, looking every bit like he'd just stepped out of the shower.

Niamh hesitated on the threshold. Her instincts screamed at her that Flynn had something less than honorable in mind.

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