His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 25

The Thomas Group held immense power in the city. Even if Julian had friends at court, they might not dare help her—and if they did, they'd risk crossing Jonathan. She couldn't bear the thought of dragging someone else down with her.

Niamh kept these worries to herself, but Julian could read the apprehension on her face. He offered no promises, only told her he'd talk to some people after his meeting tomorrow and that she shouldn't let it weigh on her.

The next day, Julian didn't even show up to work at the Juvenile Rehabilitation Center. When Niamh asked the head supervisor, she just shook her head and said Julian had called in, said he needed to go to court about "the most important matter of his life." The phrasing made Niamh snort despite herself.

Niamh spent the morning sorting files in the office until lunchtime, while the storm outside grew wilder. She wasn't afraid of thunder, but her office was tucked away at the end of a second-floor corridor, and now—during lunch break—the building was almost deserted. The Juvenile Rehabilitation Center was half prison, half school; it stifled everyone inside. Even for a short lunch, the teachers did whatever they could to get out, if only for a breath of fresh air.

Only two security staff were on duty, and from Niamh's experience, they were probably napping somewhere. With the halls so empty, a sudden crash of thunder could make anyone jump.

As the resident counselor, it was her job to be on call, so she stayed put, ordering takeout for lunch.

She checked her phone—the delivery should have arrived by now.

Just as she was about to message the courier, someone knocked at her office door.

"Delivery!"

Niamh opened the door without a second thought, but it wasn't the delivery guy standing outside.

At the same time, across town, Marina had taken the day off and was on her way to The Thomas Group's headquarters. The storm had turned traffic into a nightmare. She kept one hand on the wheel, the other flicking through WhatsApp, though her messages weren't to Jonathan.

joker: Everything's set. Just head over when you're ready.

Marina replied with a quick "On it," tossed her phone aside, and hit the gas. Her little pink coupe tore through the rain-soaked streets.

Back at the Juvenile Rehabilitation Center—

Niamh found herself cornered in her office by a group of delinquent students.

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