His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 623

“But she’s not my type,” Jonathan stated flatly.

“The woman for me is my ex-wife—the kind of woman who can charm a ballroom and master a kitchen. She was an incredible cook, a devoted wife who managed our home beautifully, and a sharp, capable professional. She’s a world-renowned jewelry designer, brimming with talent. Not only that, but she’s also a master racer who once beat the so-called ‘Speed Queen of Coralis,’ Miss Quinn herself, on the street circuit. That is the only woman I, Jonathan Thomas, will ever marry.”

He continued, his tone dismissive, “As for The Quinn Group’s projects… they’re tempting, I admit, but I have no need for them. Mr. Jameson is free to offer them as a dowry, like some medieval contest for his daughter’s hand in marriage. I’m sure Miss Quinn will find a husband soon enough that way.”

“And regarding The Thomas Group… that was a gift to my ex-wife. I never needed to ‘win’ it back.”

“If none of that has sunk in for you and Miss Quinn, let me be blunt: the Quinn family is not in my league. Get that thought out of your heads.”

Hayes Jameson never dreamed Jonathan would dare to speak so brazenly in his presence. The shock and rage triggered a heart attack on the spot, landing him in the hospital.

Fortunately, it wasn't severe. He just needed rest and observation.

“Father, there’s something… I hope you’ll agree to it.” Hayes stood before his father’s hospital bed, his posture deferential, his tone almost pleading.

The Jameson family had always practiced a form of authoritarian parenting, and Hayes’s father was the worst of them all. He was the sole architect of the family’s rise to power as the financial backbone of Coralis, and Hayes’s own standing depended entirely on his father’s whim. He had never dared to defy him, let alone make a request.

The hospital room was silent. When his father didn’t respond, Hayes swallowed hard.

“Rina’s company is facing a hostile takeover… I want to help her.” He finally managed to say the words he’d been holding back.

Mr. Jameson let out a cold laugh. “Rina who?”

“Father!”

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