His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 568

After all, Niamh was only meeting with the Quinns because they wanted her out of the picture so Ramona could become Mrs. Thomas. It was all about Jonathan. Prescott didn't think there was anything worth investigating, but an order was an order.

He watched as Niamh, after giving Hayes and Carlotta a piece of her mind, stormed back to her white BMW 3 Series and sped off.

"Should we follow her, sir?" Prescott asked.

Jonathan's deep-set eyes tracked the disappearing car.

Niamh drove fast, fueled by a simmering rage. She had thought she was finally putting certain things behind her, but fate just had to drag the Quinns back into her life.

Trying to distract herself, she scanned the streets. Suddenly, she spotted Preston Winslow standing in the middle of a crowd. It was getting dark, and the group looked like they were setting up for a street race.

Slowing down, Niamh pulled over to the curb, her attention now fixed on Preston. "Don't tell me he's actually going to race here."

As if on cue, her phone rang. It was him.

"Preston?"

"Niamh! You'll never guess where I am…"

She watched him through her windshield, phone pressed to his ear. "You're in Coralis."

"Damn! How'd you know?"

Niamh suppressed a laugh as Preston continued, undeterred. "Okay, but you'll never guess what I'm doing in Coralis!"

"You're about to get into a street race."

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