His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 864

Jonathan had been the one to tell her about Michael's wedding. At the time, she and Jonathan were both in Coralis, busy dealing with Ramona. Niamh considered herself to be on friendly terms with Michael, and she had thought that if he had called or sent an invitation, she and Jonathan would have returned to Aldonia for his wedding. But Michael never invited her. It made Niamh feel as if the 'friendship' between them had quietly capsized.

"You were the one person I absolutely couldn't invite to my wedding." Niamh was taken aback by his bluntness, completely baffled. "Why?" "Because I was afraid if I saw you, I wouldn't be able to resist running away with you. And that would be terribly unfair to my wife, wouldn't it?" Michael's joke made Niamh laugh. But considering he really hadn't invited her, she wondered if maybe he wasn't joking at all, but being serious.

Niamh was truly enjoying the banquet. She was happy to see several friends she hadn't met in a long time, and it was comforting to know they were all doing well. "Preston, thank you for being so thoughtful and bringing everyone here for my welcome-back party." But Preston waved his hands dismissively. "It wasn't my doing... I just spread the word that I was throwing a grand welcome banquet for you and Jonathan, and they contacted me... You have no idea how devastated we were when you 'died.' Now that they know you're alive, of course they had to come see you!"

Niamh knew Preston wasn't lying. "Even so, the credit goes to you. If you hadn't thrown this banquet, I wouldn't have been able to see so many old friends at once." Praised by Niamh, Preston beamed, his face turning red. If Niamh had been somewhat reserved at the beginning, constantly on guard for an attack from Joker, she was now completely relaxed. And with Jonathan by her side, never leaving her for a moment, she felt much more at ease.

Time ticked by, and the banquet was drawing to a close. Just as Niamh had concluded that Joker wouldn't be coming tonight, her phone suddenly rang. Sometimes, a person's intuition is terrifyingly accurate. The moment the phone rang, Niamh was struck by a sense of foreboding, even before she saw the caller ID. Instinctively, she looked at Jonathan, who happened to be looking right back at her. Preston, standing before them, had no idea why a simple ringtone had caused both Niamh and Jonathan to tense up.

"Excuse me, I need to take this call." Niamh turned and walked toward a corner of the ballroom, away from the crowd. Jonathan followed close behind. When Niamh took out her phone, she saw it was a video call. She answered it, and an image immediately filled the screen—it wasn't Joker. Niamh's eyes widened. "Lana!"

On the screen was Lana, bound tightly with a handkerchief stuffed in her mouth. Jonathan saw the image, too. Lana couldn't speak, but it was obvious she knew Niamh was on the other end of the line. She struggled against her restraints, shaking her head desperately. Niamh understood the signal—Lana was telling her not to come. "Niamh, Jonathan..." Finally, the camera panned to Joker. He was sitting in a chair, toying with his gun.