His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 345

“Niamh? What are you doing here?”

Marina’s voice rang out from behind, making Niamh sigh inwardly.

No matter how hard she tried to avoid her, Marina’s sharp eyes had still managed to spot her.

Marina looked as if she’d just stumbled upon some grand discovery, her eyes practically glowing.

Without hesitation, she grabbed Susy and hurried over to Niamh’s side.

“Are you working here as a waitress?”

She gave Niamh a once-over, and the uniform said it all.

“This is too much,” Marina said with mock sympathy. “After your company folded, I even asked Jonathan if he could help you out, but he refused… I mean, I thought he was being heartless too, but I couldn’t really go behind his back, you know… Working here must be tough for you, huh? Here, I’ve got two hundred dollars—just take it.”

Marina made a show of digging into her purse and pulling out two crisp hundred-dollar bills, handing them to Niamh.

Her little performance left Niamh speechless.

She knew perfectly well that Marina was just rubbing salt in her wounds.

But the words barely stung.

“Come on, Ms. Thornton, I know you carry more than a couple hundred in your wallet. And if you're so beautiful and generous and truly want to sponsor me, let’s cut to the chase—just transfer me ten grand. I promise, I won’t breathe a word to Jonathan.”

Marina was completely caught off guard by Niamh’s response.

She’d meant to humiliate Niamh with those two hundred dollars.

Now, as her face went rigid, Niamh flashed her a little smile.

“What’s the matter? Didn’t you say you wanted to help me? I’m giving you the perfect opportunity. Don’t waste it.”

“You—” Marina was so flustered she nearly bit her own tongue, her face turning bright red.

“You’re shameless!”

Niamh’s expression shifted only slightly, and she didn’t bother to be polite.

“Says the queen of shamelessness herself. You were the one who offered to help me. Be grateful I’m not calling you out for being fake.”

“Susy, this has nothing to do with Manager Alfven,” Niamh protested.

“He’s your supervisor. If you’re rude to guests, how is that not his problem?”

“Then I’ll quit—”

“You think my hotel’s a grocery store? You can come and go as you please?” Susy’s eyes were wide and fierce, her stare practically boring holes through Niamh.

And truthfully, Susy really did wish she could tear Niamh apart.

As the golden girl of her family, she’d never suffered such humiliation in her life—and all thanks to Niamh.

The Neville family had already apologized and offered money, even thrown business deals their way, but so what?

The whole world now knew: Susy Fraser’s wedding was called off. The groom ran away.

Not only did he ditch her at the altar, he ran off with another woman.

Now she was the laughingstock of the entire social scene—the juicy gossip everyone whispered about over dinner and drinks.