His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 802

The thought of a conscience sent a dull ache through Wade's chest. He was a man without one. "Niamh did ask me to meet you, it's true," Flynn slurred, "but we're old classmates who haven't seen each other in ages. I just wanted to grab a drink and unwind. This job of ours… the pressure is just too much…"

As Flynn continued his rambling complaints, Wade couldn't help but cut in. "So, what exactly did Niamh want you to find out from me?" "Ah, that's not important. First, let me tell you about this client I had back in Aldenville… she was the one who came on to me…"

Wade rested his forehead in his hand, thoroughly uninterested in Flynn's romantic escapades. But it was clear that working for Niamh was stressful, and perhaps after so long on Whispering Island, Flynn was short on friends. He had latched onto Wade and was now talking his ear off.

After nearly an hour of this, Flynn's train of thought finally seemed to get back on track. "Oh, right, what did you ask? About Niamh… I almost forgot… She asked me… to ask you…" Flynn squinted his drunken eyes and tapped his head, as if genuinely trying to recall his instructions. Wade let out a weary sigh.

"Oh, I remember now! She wanted me to ask if you could put together a list for her." "A list?" Wade was instantly on high alert. "What kind of list?" Flynn, looking completely unconcerned, took another long pull from his beer. "You know… from The Quinn Group. All the employees who were fired, demoted… and from the related companies that went bankrupt. Niamh wants a list of their names."

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