His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 672

The atmosphere in the room was thick with seduction, but Wade remained stiff and unresponsive. Ramona let out a throaty giggle.

“Tonight is what you deserve…” she purred, pushing him down onto the rose-petal-covered bed. But after unbuckling his belt, she didn’t proceed. “By the way, there’s something I wanted to ask you…”

Wade was already aroused, unable to resist her advances, but she chose this exact moment to pause. “What is it? Just ask…”

“What’s the rush?” Ramona toyed with him wantonly while casually asking, “That real will of my grandfather’s…”

Wade’s brow furrowed instantly.

“What did you do with it?”

“Destroyed it, of course.”

“How did you destroy it?”

“I burned it.”

The exchange was rapid, with Ramona giving him no time to think. Wade’s answers were just as quick, without a hint of hesitation. Staring at his face, flushed with desire, Ramona’s red lips curled into a smirk. “Looks like you’re not lying to me.”

“We’re in the same boat now. Why would I lie to you?” Wade lunged, tackling her onto the bed and burying his face in her cleavage.

…

Resting her chin on her hand, Niamh had a strange intuition that from this day forward, her Thomas Group and Ramona’s Quinn Group were destined to become fierce rivals.

After finishing the latte Amy had made, her phone suddenly rang. The caller ID surprised her.

“Hello? Grandfather…”

“Nia, it’s me,” Clifford’s elderly voice came through the receiver.

“Could you… come to the Thomas Manor tonight?”