His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 583

"Mm, I look forward to it," Jonathan replied, nodding calmly.

An involuntary frown creased Niamh's brow.

To this moment, she couldn't understand him.

Before, he had been so unwilling to divorce her, even creating the illusion that they were divorced when they weren't.

Why was he suddenly so agreeable?

Not only did he agree to the divorce, but he also gave her his half of their marital assets, which she had never planned on taking.

"I will drive every last one of you Thomases… out of the company," Niamh declared, her voice firm and powerful.

She expected to see at least a flicker of anger in his eyes.

After running The Thomas Group for so long, she refused to believe he felt nothing for it.

Yet, the smile on Jonathan's face didn't waver in the slightest.

Niamh's frown deepened.

She hated the adoring way he looked at her.

"Do you think that by giving up everything, by handing The Thomas Group to me, you can just wipe the slate clean and erase all the pain you've caused?"

This time, Jonathan's expression shifted subtly.

His lips were still curved in a smile, but a flicker of pain showed in his eyes.

"I never thought that."

Niamh looked away, stuffed the last piece of toast into her mouth, and stood up.

The people she appointed weren't from her old studio, nor were they new hires.

They were all existing employees of The Thomas Group—talented, high-performing individuals who Sprague had always overlooked because they weren't his loyalists.

Niamh gave them the positions and compensation that matched their abilities, and not only did the company's business remain unaffected, but employee morale soared.

Furious, Sprague got drunk and stormed over to Thomas Manor to confront Clifford, convinced Niamh couldn't have assessed the company's personnel so quickly on her own.

He was right. It was Clifford who had provided Niamh with the list of candidates, but only because Niamh had sought his guidance, proving herself a promising protégé in his eyes.

Sprague, who had gone to argue with his father, ended up getting a lecture and leaving the manor with his tail between his legs.

Niamh had seized control of the board effortlessly and now sat in the CEO's office, in the very chair that was once Jonathan's.

A strange, indescribable feeling washed over her.