The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 194

Danielle returned to the private dining room, her whole body cold with irritation.

"What's wrong? You went out for a fruit plate and came back with a storm cloud," Kirsten remarked, giving her a questioning look.

Danielle sat down with a sigh. "Ran into a walking disaster out there."

The moment those words left her mouth, everyone knew exactly who she'd crossed paths with.

Kirsten made a face and waved her hand as if warding off bad luck. "Ugh, talk about bad vibes. Here, have a drink—kill off the germs."

That night, the dinner gathering wrapped up early.

When Danielle got home, it was barely past nine.

She set her bag down, opened her laptop, and was ready to get back to work.

She was running two major projects: one collaborating with the city government, the other pushing the boundaries of scientific research.

But just as she powered on her computer, her phone rang.

The caller ID flashed: Alexander.

Danielle's expression didn't change. She reached for the phone and declined the call without hesitation.

But Alexander was nothing if not persistent. As soon as she hung up, his number popped up again.

Danielle's brow furrowed. Of all times…

She couldn't block him yet, either. The thirty-day mandatory cooling-off period wasn't over; after that, they'd need to meet at City Hall to finalize the divorce.

She picked up the phone and simply powered it off.

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The next morning.

Danielle was up early, heading in to Ninesky for work.

She had to go out on site today for some technical maintenance.

Her projects were progressing smoothly, and Mr. Hawthorne was keeping a close eye on things, dropping by every so often to check on the status.

Lately, Danielle had thrown herself into her work, letting it consume her attention.

She and Gian had just finished a maintenance job at another company when Gian's phone started ringing.

He stopped in his tracks, glancing at the caller ID, his brow tightening.

"Who is it? You look like you've just swallowed a lemon."

"Keegan."

Gian drove them to Cloudwood Private Dining.

Danielle got out of the car—and immediately spotted Alexander and Millie arriving just down the block.

Cloudwood was a chef's table establishment, a favorite among the city's elite.

Danielle saw them, then calmly looked away. "Next time, let's change it up. There's more to Northridge City than Cloudwood."

Gian followed her gaze and saw the two as well. His lips drew tight in annoyance. "Definitely ruins the mood."

He opened the door. "Come on, let's head inside."

Once they were in their private room and had placed their orders, Mr. Hawthorne arrived, a little out of breath.

"Sorry I'm late—some projects at the institute held me up."

Danielle smiled. "We just got here early, that's all."

Mr. Hawthorne turned to Danielle with a twinkle in his eye. "When did you get so good at pleasantries? Have you been hanging around Gian too much?"

"As if," Danielle protested, laughing.

Gian piped up, feigning offense as he handed over the menu. "Professor, do I really leave such a bad impression?"

"Take a look—see what you feel like having for lunch."