His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 535

Jonathan leaned out from the driver’s seat, flashing a charming grin.

“Hop in. I’ll take you to lunch.”

Niamh shot him a sidelong glance. “I have my own car, thanks.”

“Your tire’s flat.”

“What?” She blinked, startled.

Right in front of her sat her pristine white BMW. Niamh strode over to check, and sure enough—one tire was punctured.

Jonathan climbed out and ambled to her side, looking insufferably pleased with himself. “See? My timing’s perfect, isn’t it?”

His deep, velvety voice lingered in her ear, but Niamh just rolled her eyes. “Jonathan, do you ever grow up?”

She folded her arms, glaring at him with all the indignation she could muster. Jonathan put on his most innocent expression. “You’ve got it all wrong. I didn’t do it.”

He didn’t. But he’d certainly had someone do it for him.

Niamh eyed him skeptically, pulling her phone from her purse. Her thumb danced over the screen as she muttered, “Elmer’s tied up in a government meeting, Michael Burton’s out of town, Preston Winslow’s stuck playing intern at his dad’s resort, and Peter—well, I doubt you care about him. As for Julian, he’s getting married next month to the CEO’s granddaughter at Astraeon Networks…”

She trailed off, lips pressed together.

If Jonathan put half this effort into running the company instead of meddling with her lunch plans, maybe Thomas Group’s stock wouldn’t be in free fall.

Niamh flashed Jonathan a bright, challenging smile and shook her phone at him. “Fine. I’ll just order a ride.”

The confident glint in Jonathan’s eyes flickered. As Niamh started tapping her app, he whipped out his own phone and dialed Prescott.

“Mr. Thomas?” Prescott answered, confused.

“I want to buy out that ride-share company. Right now.”

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