His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 188

"You're really good with kids, you know that?"

Niamh just smiled, saying nothing.

"If you love kids so much, why not have one of your own?"

The moment Flynn saw the sudden change in Niamh's expression, he realized he'd just crossed a line.

They left the amusement park and walked in silence toward Flynn's home. On the way, Niamh handed him a folder.

"Help me with my divorce case. And whatever's inside—just pretend you never saw it."

Flynn had always dismissed Niamh's threats as empty. He figured the worst she could have on him was proof of a few illicit affairs with past clients. Nothing he couldn't shrug off.

But Niamh's voice was calm and cold. "Maybe you don't care if people know you're a scoundrel—after all, your clients come to you for your skills, not your morals. But…academic fraud, forged degrees? Scandals like that could actually ruin you."

Flynn stopped in his tracks. Gone was the usual air of mockery and bravado.

"Fine. I'll take your case. Come to my office tomorrow, and we'll talk."

Niamh's lips curled into a smile. "Glad to hear it."

—

It didn't take long for word to reach Jonathan—

Niamh had hired Flynn to represent her in the divorce.

"About Attorney Sinclair…" Prescott, the general manager, hesitated in Jonathan's office. He knew he was overstepping, but he couldn't help worrying.

The moment Jonathan heard Niamh was now Flynn's client, his expression turned glacial. He said nothing, but the tension in the room was palpable; it felt as if a storm was brewing beneath that icy exterior.

Flynn's reputation was no secret to Jonathan. Prescott worried Jonathan might assume Niamh was reckless, or worse, that she'd end up suffering for the sake of her lawsuit. After all, Flynn's private life was notoriously chaotic—especially when it came to his female clients.

Prescott wanted to say something, to offer advice or reassurance, but the words just wouldn't come.

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