His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 888

a sleek black pantsuit that made her look sharp and competent. However, just as she reached the entrance of The Quinn Group, she saw Prescott. “Ms. Rivers, please come with me.”

Niamh trusted Prescott, so she didn't question it when he drove her to a nearby salon and she was inexplicably treated to a full hair and makeup session. She tried asking Prescott what was going on several times, but he would only reply with a mysterious, “It's a business secret.” Not wanting to make things difficult for him, Niamh went along with it. She suspected Hayes and Carlotta were behind this.

An hour later, Niamh was transformed. The professional woman in the black suit had become a glamorous socialite. When she returned to The Quinn Group, she was practically glowing, turning every head as she walked in. She was adorned in a full set of emerald jewelry, which she recognized as a limited edition haute couture piece from FY. Her dress was a strapless, black velvet mermaid gown, embellished with countless black diamonds and mother-of-pearl.

Prescott escorted her only to the elevator. When the doors opened on her floor, she expected someone to be waiting, but the hallway was empty. So, all alone in her finery, she walked to the door of the chairman's office. The moment she pushed the door open, party poppers exploded with a bang, showering her in a firework-like burst of colorful streamers and confetti. “Happy birthday!” Hayes, Carlotta, Clifford, Elmer, Lana, and Preston were all standing there, shouting in unison.

It was only then that Niamh realized—it was her birthday. Her face broke into a radiant smile as she stepped into the spacious office. It had been meticulously decorated with all sorts of colorful balloons, and as she walked further in, her friends and family began to sing 'Happy Birthday.'

Niamh walked over to the large desk where documents should have been piled. Instead, it held a three-tiered, heart-shaped cake. Jonathan stepped out from behind it, holding a giggling Marlin in his arms. “Mama!” Marlin chirped loudly. Niamh couldn't quite make out the rest of his babbling, but she guessed it was his version of 'Happy Birthday.'

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