Wade’s accusation was met with a scoff from Niamh. “Lawyer Jarrod, what on earth are you talking about? Why would I have someone follow you?” “Because besides Miss Quinn, you also want the real will from me, don’t you?”
When Wade brought up the will so directly, Niamh dropped the act. “So the will you read aloud really was a fake!” Her counter-question caught Wade off guard, and he frowned deeply. “Are you trying to trick me into admitting something?”
“You’re the one who brought it up, not me,” Niamh said with a cool smile, turning her gaze back to the dark sea. “Lawyer Jarrod, you’re a smart man. You should know that making a deal with a tiger… never ends well.” Even though she wasn’t looking at him, her words were aimed squarely at Wade, her voice calm and unflinching.
The truth was, Niamh needed Wade. But she couldn't let him see her desperation. She had to flip the script—and make Wade need her. “The reason you asked to meet me, and not Ramona, is because you already suspect the person following you, the person who snuck into your house… isn't me. Am I right?”
Wade’s silence was all the confirmation she needed. Niamh shrugged with a faint smile. “Lawyer Jarrod, to Ramona, you’re a ticking time bomb holding evidence of her crimes. Getting rid of you is just a matter of time. Even without me stirring the pot, you and Ramona were never on the same path.”
Wade listened in silence as Niamh’s words churned up a storm inside him. Niamh had masterfully removed herself from the equation. With his sharp intellect, Wade might have already suspected that she was the one provoking the conflict between him and Ramona. But the core truth remained: with or without her meddling, their partnership was doomed.


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