His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 452

Tonight, Preston’s attitude toward Susy brought Niamh a wave of unexpected freshness.

She never would have imagined that one day, the person helping her collect a debt from Susy would be Preston.

Normally, Preston came off as a devil-may-care playboy, but he wasn’t some good-for-nothing layabout. Since taking over the Grand Riverview Hotel, he’d buckled down and met with each of the original staff, one by one.

During those conversations, he’d stumbled across the story of how, back when Niamh was broke, she’d worked odd jobs at the hotel—how Susy had bullied her, splashing wine in her face and forcing her to crack crab shells by hand until she’d hurt herself.

Just hearing it made Preston feel suffocated.

Now, as the new owner of the Grand Riverview Hotel, he’d learned that Susy herself was working off a debt here, and he couldn’t resist the urge to give her a taste of her own medicine.

“I wasn’t much help to you back then—too little, too late. But I still want to help you vent your anger,” Preston said, his usual careless grin flickering back into place.

Niamh lowered her gaze, unexpectedly moved. She had never thought Preston would go this far for her.

“By the way, Preston, do you wear any jewelry? Anything you like in particular?” she asked.

“Are you planning to give me something?” Preston shot up from his seat, excitement lighting up his eyes in a way Niamh had never seen before.

Just then, Susy arrived with a bottle of wine. “Your 1982 Lafite, sir,” she announced, her voice flat and professional.

“Would you like me to open it now?”

Niamh couldn’t help but remember saying those exact same words herself, back when she wore the server’s uniform.

She thought of what Preston had said to her once: “What goes around, comes around.”

What happened next played out just like before—except this time, it was Susy who ended up with wine spilled all over her.

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