His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 836

The red carpet, then, was the only place Niamh could possibly steal her thunder. With that realization, Ramona’s earlier frustration vanished. She ran a hand through her hair, a picture-perfect smile blooming on her face. Oh, Niamh, she thought, your lucky streak ends here. From now on, you’ll live in my shadow.

Ramona stepped onto the stage and began her prepared acceptance speech. On occasions like this, whether sincere or not, one had to thank this person and that person, and Ramona was no exception. However, every good speech needed a powerful climax.

"The person The Quinn Group should thank most for its success today… is actually my grandfather, our founder. Without him, The Quinn Group wouldn't be what it is today… I am so, so grateful to him. Though he passed away over two years ago, I will never forget the lessons he taught me. My grandfather was the most important person in my life. As everyone knows, I am the adopted daughter of the Quinn family, but he treated me like his own flesh and blood. He not only taught me how to run a company but also so much about life. And so, I want to repay his faith in me with my actions…"

Ramona delivered the lines with a choked voice, her eyes glistening with tears. The live camera zoomed in on her face, and everyone could see the crystalline tears welling up. As the awards ceremony progressed, The Quinn Group's stock began to climb, soaring ever higher.

Just as Ramona was about to add a few final remarks to elevate her image, another voice suddenly echoed through the hall. "Because the patriarch was so good to you, you naturally assumed he would leave the entire Quinn Group to you in his will…" The guests, startled, began turning their heads, searching for the source of the voice. On stage, Ramona stood dumbfounded. Because that voice—it was Niamh’s.

"So when you found out from Lawyer Wade what the will actually contained—that Wade had only left you The Quinn Group's charitable foundation while bequeathing all his family assets to the biological granddaughter he had abandoned—you were shocked. You were furious. You began to entertain the idea of forging the will, and even of killing your own grandfather."

The words sent a shockwave through the room. Ramona's face went white. Before she could protest, the massive screen behind her flickered and changed, displaying the contents of the real will. Ramona spun around, her eyes bulging as if they would pop out of their sockets. On the screen, the patriarch's true will was displayed in perfect clarity.

"Hey, what's going on?" "I have no idea… What is this?" "Is that the patriarch's original will up there?" "Look! That name…" "It's Niamh!" "Which Niamh? You don't mean the one from the NJ Group?" "My God… So the patriarch actually left The Quinn Group's assets to Niamh, not Ramona?" "But what’s Niamh’s connection to the patriarch? Why would her name be in his will?" "Wait a minute… that voice just now, that was Niamh, wasn't it?" "She mentioned an abandoned granddaughter… so, is Niamh the true Quinn heiress?"

As the whispers of the guests filled her ears and the image of the true will burned into her eyes, Ramona's mind went completely blank.