His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 470

“It’s strange, isn’t it? The boss always comes back to the office after making a delivery… But tonight, who knows what’s gotten into him? It’s this late already—maybe he just went straight home.”

As Amy muttered to herself, Jonathan frowned in thought.

Outside, the rain had eased, fading to a gentle drizzle and then finally stopping altogether.

Jonathan closed his umbrella, pulled out his phone, and dialed Niamh’s number.

No answer.

He tried again—still nothing.

“Where was your boss making deliveries today?”

“I remember… it was to Mr. York at Horizon Dynamics.”

A royal blue Bentley sped off into the night, the taillights vanishing down the empty street.

Amy stood on tiptoe, watching the luxurious car disappear, and whispered, “Mr. Thomas doesn’t seem nearly as cold and ruthless as everyone says.”

It was well past midnight. The suburbs, still glistening from the recent downpour, felt as frigid as the dead of winter.

No one was around. The world felt silent and abandoned, the kind of silence you’d find in a graveyard.

Suddenly, the pitch-dark construction site blazed to life as every single floodlight flickered on.

“Mr. Thomas, with this weather, no one worked today. There’s no way anyone you’re looking for would be here,” the foreman said, bobbing his head anxiously at Jonathan’s side. He’d been sound asleep under his warm blankets when his phone rang and his boss ordered him out of bed.

Now, every worker assigned to Mr. York’s project had been dragged out to the site, along with Jonathan’s own security team—and Prescott.

Prescott had already shown Niamh’s photo to every worker. None of them had seen her.

About two hours earlier, Jonathan had tracked down Mr. York himself. Mr. York explained that, yes, he’d arranged to meet Niamh for a delivery, and had changed the drop-off location to the construction site because he needed to do an inspection there. But then, something urgent came up at his company, so he’d messaged Niamh on WhatsApp to reschedule.

He swore he never saw her at all.

Jonathan also checked Niamh’s old apartment on Trinity Lane. She hadn’t returned home.

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