His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 63

Niamh and Julian didn't even bother to change their clothes—they rushed straight to the police station.

As soon as they stepped inside, Niamh spotted Lana sitting dutifully at a desk, sporting a nasty black eye.

"Lana!" Niamh hurried over and threw her arms around her friend. "What happened to you? Who did this?"

Her eyes blazed with anger. She'd already gotten the story from the officers: Lana had gotten into a fight. And just her luck, the other parties involved were none other than Lily and Olive.

If there was ever a case of bad blood meeting on a narrow path, this was it.

After finishing her shift, Lana had decided to stroll through town. She'd run into Lily and Olive whispering behind her back, trash-talking Niamh with words that would make anyone's blood boil. Lana couldn't let it slide—she confronted them, voices were raised, and before long, fists started flying.

The police brought all three in for statements, but technically, Lana threw the first punch.

Niamh's hands curled into fists as she listened, but Lana managed a lopsided smile. "Hey, don't forget where you are. This is the police station," she teased.

She knew Niamh could handle herself—years of kickboxing lessons—and though Niamh was usually calm, when she lost her temper, she was a force to be reckoned with.

"Relax, those two got it worse than I did."

Niamh wasn't so sure, suspecting Lana was just trying to calm her down, but when Lily and Olive finally emerged, she nearly burst out laughing.

"Damn, Lana, you really did a number on them!"

Even sporting a black eye, Lana managed to look smug at the compliment.

Suddenly, a sharp voice cut through the air. "Lily! Olive!"

Niamh and Lana's smiles vanished in an instant.

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