His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 446

“The Frasers are finished…”

She murmured quietly to herself, barely pausing in her work.

Jonathan had shaken the very foundations of the Fraser family long ago, so all she had to do was fan the flames a little and the whole thing would go up in smoke.

Niamh frowned slightly, twirling her pen between her fingers.

“The real problem is Marina…”

A shadow crossed Niamh’s face.

She remembered what Carlisle had said to her.

Just seeing the Frasers go bankrupt wasn’t nearly enough…

As Niamh wracked her brain for a solution, her phone suddenly buzzed insistently.

When she saw the caller ID, a knowing smile flickered across her tired face.

***

Meanwhile, Marina could barely focus on work.

To be fair, there wasn’t much real work coming in these days.

Her studio hadn’t quite hit rock bottom like Neovista Realty, but it was only staying afloat thanks to cash infusions from The Thomas Group.

It was all borrowed time—constant transfusions, with no way to generate anything on her own.

Marina was growing more agitated by the minute.

Once upon a time, Susy had been her most valuable ally.

But in the blink of an eye, the Fraser family had collapsed before her own eyes.

Marina had thought that Susy’s trip to Varythia would be the thing that finally turned the tide for the Frasers.

Instead, it hadn’t just failed to resurrect them—now Marina herself had become a target for online abuse.

“How utterly stupid.”

Marina glanced at the trending comments, suddenly reminded of how she’d once manipulated public opinion to push Niamh into the spotlight.

How much of Susy’s current predicament was Niamh’s handiwork? There was no way to know for sure.

But Marina was convinced that Niamh had played a role.

If Niamh was coming after Susy now, then Marina knew she wouldn’t be far behind.

She bit her thumb in frustration.

Time and again, she’d been disappointed.

Eventually, Lontaris World faded into the background of her life.

She never expected Elmer to bring her here tonight.

“In winter they hold a Snow Carnival here,” Elmer said, holding up a glossy flyer. “It’s totally different from the usual rides.”

Winter or not, the place was packed—so many people that Niamh could barely believe her eyes. Everywhere she looked, the crowd was a sea of faces.

“Let’s go queue up for the Ice Tunnel Race! It’s supposed to be the most exciting thing here!”

Elmer glanced back at her, but the tide of people suddenly swept between them, separating the two.

When the crowd finally shifted, Niamh caught sight of Elmer’s smile again.

They shared a quick, knowing grin.

“Nia…”

Elmer reached out his hand.

“It’s so crowded in here—I don’t want to lose you. Would you mind if I held your hand?”