His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 451

Niamh was certain she wasn’t seeing things—the waitress approaching their table was none other than Susy, the woman who’d just gone bankrupt.

The moment Susy spotted Niamh, her features twisted as if she’d been splashed with acid. She clearly couldn’t control her expression.

But now, Susy was just a server at the Grand Riverview Hotel—exactly the same position Niamh herself had held, once upon a time.

Niamh let her gaze drift away, glancing at Preston across the table.

Preston showed no surprise whatsoever at the sight of Susy in a server’s uniform. Clearly, he wasn’t the type of manager who left everything to others—he knew exactly who worked in his hotel.

With a warm, friendly smile, Niamh addressed Susy. “That uniform really suits you.”

Susy looked as if she might shatter her own teeth from clenching her jaw so hard.

What did she mean, the uniform suited her? Did Susy look like she was born to wait tables?

If it hadn’t been for Niamh screwing her over…

Susy seethed with resentment.

But the more furious Susy became, the brighter Niamh’s smile grew. She actually enjoyed watching Susy’s face contort with rage and impotence.

“Take this dish away and bring out the next one,” Preston said, cool and commanding.

Susy had no choice but to obey.

Neovista Realty had declared bankruptcy, and though Susy’s personal debts weren’t huge, no one else would hire her—not even as a cleaner. The Grand Riverview was the only place willing to take her as waitstaff.

Preston leaned in, feigning mystery. “You’re going to love this next dish.”

Niamh caught the mischievous glint in his eyes and couldn’t help feeling a flicker of anticipation.

After what felt like an age, the next course finally arrived.

Niamh’s eyes widened. “Is that—?”

Preston’s voice brimmed with enthusiasm. “Just caught today—a rare king crab from the Bering Sea, nearly sixty pounds, with legs that stretch almost six feet…”

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