His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 47

The rumor started in Niamh's own Product Operations department. According to her coworkers, the innovative technique everyone was raving about had been Marina's idea from the beginning, and Niamh had simply stolen the credit.

To say that Niamh wasn't bothered by the gossip would be a flat-out lie.

But the rumor had already taken on a life of its own, growing more elaborate with each retelling. There was no way she could chase down every whisper and explain herself, especially since no one would believe her anyway. If anything, her protests would only make things worse.

Prejudice, after all, is like a mountain—no matter how hard you try to move it, it stands immovable.

Niamh knew perfectly well that a good number of her colleagues had disliked her from the very start.

Still, the PO collection was a runaway success. She hadn't let Peter down, and that was enough for her conscience to be clear.

Tonight, Niamh was working late again.

Serendipity, a high-profile modern drama funded by Neville Media Group, needed several sets of original jewelry designs. After seeing the PO collection's success, the producers had approached FY directly and specifically requested Niamh for the project.

It was past eight by the time Niamh finally left the office. Night had settled in, the city outside shrouded in darkness.

Beep-beep!

A car honked from the curb.

It was a brand-new Ferrari coupe, glossy and bold in classic racing red—a head-turner by any standard.

Niamh racked her brain, but she couldn't think of anyone she knew who would drive a car like that.

Jonathan, for instance, was far more partial to sleek executive sedans than flashy sports cars.

Figuring it couldn't possibly be Jonathan, Niamh approached the car cautiously.

"Niamh, it's me!"

The convertible's roof was down, and she saw Julian in the driver's seat.

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