His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 708

Niamh remained composed and picked up the proposal from the coffee table. "If you'd take a look at this, Mr. Felix, you'll see that a partnership with me would be a win-win. Everything from the copyright fees to the subsequent promotion is built on a foundation of mutual benefit..."

"Don't give me that nonsense," Felix interrupted, pushing the proposal away again. "Other companies have offered me far more money, and a great author like me isn't short on cash anyway."

Niamh watched as Felix stood up, his expression turning lewd, and she immediately understood his unspoken insinuation.

"A smart woman like you, Ms. Rivers... besides money... we can discuss other things..." As he spoke, Felix reached his hands toward Niamh's chest.

Niamh grabbed his wrist in a flash and twisted it backward, making him cry out in pain. "Mr. Felix, if you'd prefer to negotiate this deal at the police station, I have no objection to my bodyguard giving you a ride."

With that, Niamh released him and walked out of his house without a backward glance.

That evening, Felix's residence had a new visitor. "You know how to read the situation, Miss Ramona." Ramona purred, sitting in his lap. She lifted his chin with a finger adorned with red nail polish. "But Mr. Felix, if you want to get any benefits from me, you'll have to satisfy my request first..."

Felix buried his face in Ramona's chest, a look of intoxicated depravity on his face. "Yes, yes, of course... anything Ms. Quinn wants... anything..."

The next day, Quentin was surprised to find Niamh already at the office when he arrived. "What's wrong, boss? Did Mr. Thomas and Dr. White ambush you at The Thomas Group, scaring you over here to hide?"

Niamh casually grabbed the proposal and tapped him on the head with it. "Who gave you permission to joke with me during work hours? Do you not want your bonus this month?"

*Galactic Echoes* was truly a great book. The story was thrilling and brilliantly imaginative; it fully deserved the Hugo Award. Niamh had been genuinely excited about the collaboration and had already envisioned several designs in her mind. Who would have thought...

"Don't sigh. In this world, talent and character rarely go hand in hand," Quentin said, patting her shoulder comfortingly.

"Yeah, you're right. So, I came here today to see if you had any other ideas for a new collection."

Just as Niamh finished speaking, Quentin's assistant called on the intercom to say that a Mr. Felix was on the line for him. Niamh and Quentin both froze. At Niamh's signal, Quentin answered the call and put it on speaker.

"President Guthrie, this is Felix, the author of *Galactic Echoes*. I was drunk yesterday and wasn't thinking clearly, and I deeply offended your company's Ms. Rivers. To express my most sincere apologies, I agree to the cross-promotional collaboration with your company, allowing you to design jewelry based on the elements and concepts from *Galactic Echoes*... I hope Ms. Rivers can find it in her heart to forgive me, and that we can move forward with our partnership on the principle of mutual benefit."