The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 130

Danielle drew a deep breath.

This felt like being backed into a corner with no way out.

She pressed her lips together. "Then let's try reaching out to international manufacturers. As long as someone can take on the order, things will get easier after that."

Vivian nodded in agreement.

Outsourcing abroad meant higher costs, but at this point, it was the only option left.

There was no way to stop Alexander from pouring massive investments into Leanne's Intellectech. All they could do now was focus on their own work in these circumstances.

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The third anniversary of her grandmother's passing was approaching, and Danielle was caught up in a flurry of preparations.

In between, she contacted several overseas manufacturers. Thankfully, there were companies willing to take on the project, so she wouldn't be left holding the bag.

Her grandmother called to check in on how the memorial was coming along, reminding Danielle of a dozen little details, anxious that nothing be overlooked for her late friend's anniversary.

Danielle reassured her that everything was going smoothly.

Only then did the old woman finally hang up, relieved.

After the call, she sat quietly in her rocking chair, glancing at the framed photo on the side table. The woman in the picture had silver hair and a gentle smile. She reached out and brushed her fingertips across the glass.

Her voice turned hoarse, her eyes dimming. "Three years already… you've been gone three years."

Memories of their years together drifted through her mind.

She let out a soft sigh.

"Watch over Alex and Dani, will you? The two of them have been at odds lately."

Danielle, meanwhile, was running herself ragged.

Vivian couldn't get ahold of Alexander—every call was answered by Nash.

It felt deliberate, almost as if they were purposefully stalling the project.

With everything weighing on her mind, Danielle barely slept a wink that night.

The next morning, as soon as she woke up, she called Alexander.

The phone rang for a long time, but no one answered.

She wasn't surprised. More often than not, he ignored her calls.

He spoke quietly. "Mrs. Davidson, Mr. Davidson is in the middle of something. You'll need to wait here for a while. I'll come get you as soon as he's free."

Of everyone at Newsworld, only Nash knew her real identity.

Danielle nodded her thanks.

Once she was settled, Nash went about his business.

Not long after, Alexander's chief assistant knocked and entered.

Danielle glanced up at him coolly. "What is it?"

He looked amused. "Back again? Didn't you quit? Or did you regret it and realize you can't get a better job out there?"

Danielle lowered her eyes to her phone, her expression unreadable. "If you're just here to take jabs at me, don't bother. I'm not interested in your nonsense."

He let out a short laugh, not hiding his disdain.

"If you're here to beg Mr. Davidson for your job back, I'd give up now. He's in his office with his girlfriend."

Danielle stared at her phone, unfazed.

With his girlfriend.