His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 814

Originally, the Quinn family had held a prestigious position in Coralis, maintaining excellent relationships with their partners. The patriarch had been a stern, no-nonsense man, but he always ensured that business was fair and that everyone got a piece of the pie.

Since Ramona had taken over, however, she had not only turned The Quinn Group into a chaotic mess but had also soured relationships with their partners. Unexplained delays, missing funds, unilaterally torn contracts, a total lack of integrity, exploiting smaller businesses, and imposing draconian clauses—the list of her transgressions was endless. One of the women gossiping, a Mrs. Lawson, even suspected Ramona was sleeping with her husband.

By now, Niamh had reached Ramona. She offered a graceful, serene smile. “Miss Quinn. It’s been a while.”

Ramona let out a cold laugh. “Hmph.”

“Wade Jarrod from your legal team is an exceptionally talented lawyer,” Niamh said, her tone pleasant but her words pointed. “If you don’t intend to value him, Miss Quinn, I hope you’ll let me have him.”

“Let you have him?” Ramona seized on the phrase. “You make it sound like he wants to leave and I’m refusing to let him go.”

Niamh simply gave a wry, noncommittal shrug. That ambiguous gesture sent a wave of indescribable unease through Ramona. Lately, every meeting she had with Wade ended in a fight. In her eyes, Wade had always been a dog she kept on a leash. But now, that dog had learned to bite back. The memory of him slapping her still made her blood boil.

She couldn’t help but wonder: was Wade’s newfound courage to defy her because he had already made a deal with Niamh? Was he hoping she would fire him in a fit of rage?

Ramona reflexively took the sandwich as Niamh continued, “Oh, by the way, I put a little peanut butter in it. I don’t know if you like it, Miss Quinn… but your late grandfather certainly didn’t. He was allergic, you know.”

The moment Niamh’s words landed, Ramona froze as if struck by lightning. The sandwich with the peanut butter slipped from her hand and fell to the floor.

Her reaction was far more extreme than Niamh had anticipated. It was an unwitting confession. It just went to show that a guilty conscience needs no accuser. While Niamh had no hard evidence to prove Ramona’s crime, she was now certain of one thing: the patriarch's fatal heart attack had been triggered by a severe allergic reaction to peanut butter, disguised in a piece of chocolate cake.