His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 709

Niamh and Quentin were both stunned by Felix's words.

But since he had offered a concession, Niamh was still eager to move the collaboration forward.

"Let me handle the negotiations with him," Quentin suggested considerately. "You shouldn't meet with him again. I don't trust his intentions toward you."

And so, Quentin took over all subsequent discussions with Felix, allowing Niamh to focus entirely on her designs. Quentin gave her daily progress reports, and the talks seemed to be going well, but had gone abroad, and the final contract couldn't be signed until he returned.

For nearly a month, NR Studio's primary focus was the new collection with Felix. During this time, both Jonathan and Elmer tried to see Niamh on several occasions, but she turned down their invitations, wanting to concentrate on her work without distractions.

It was the height of summer, and the sun blazed down on the Emerald Greens Golf Club.

Michael sank a perfect shot, and the crowd erupted in applause. He took off his gold-rimmed glasses to wipe the sweat from his face. When he put them back on, he saw the thunderous expression on Jonathan's face across the green.

"I beat you once, and this is how you act?" Michael said, walking over and clapping Jonathan firmly on the shoulder. "Is it because Niamh hasn't been paying attention to you lately? Your game has really gone downhill."

"No one would think you were mute if you just shut up," Jonathan retorted, his face cold. He was, in fact, in a terrible mood. He hadn't seen Niamh for days, and it seemed she was practically living at her studio. He'd even broken down and called Elmer, who, without saying it directly, implied that Niamh hadn't been seeing him either.

"So now you know how it feels to be neglected by someone who's completely absorbed in their work?" Michael’s eyes glinted with schadenfreude from behind his glasses.

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