The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 210

Danielle wasn’t surprised by his terms.

He was a businessman, after all—everything had to come with its share of profit.

He’d never been one to let anyone take advantage of him for free.

He’d already agreed to have Raffy make a public apology. There really was no need to push for Raffy’s expulsion or any severe punishment. The boy was still a child; as long as he apologized to Niki and gave her the respect she deserved, Danielle didn’t see the point in going after him relentlessly.

Besides, Alexander had made Raffy apologize right away—there was no sign of favoritism.

So this was the trap, laid out so neatly for her.

At the moment, Ninesky desperately needed an injection of capital, and just when they were most vulnerable, the newlyweds’ house refused to sell.

“If Millie joins the project, you’ll get fifty million, plus a partnership with Cloudpath.”

Cloudpath was Newsworld’s top manufacturing arm, with a flawless system known for supplying the government and military. Their orders were almost exclusively from the state. In terms of materials and reliability, Cloudpath was unmatched.

Alexander had gone to great lengths for Millie, sweetening the deal at every turn.

Ninesky’s government contract negotiations were in their final stages—only funding and a manufacturing facility stood in the way.

Now, with Millie swooping in at the last minute, she stood to gain everything for nothing, padding her resume with yet another shining achievement.

Alexander’s willingness to indulge her was almost impressive—he planned for her future with meticulous care. Danielle almost wanted to applaud.

Her hand, hanging at her side, tightened into a fist.

“I’ll think about it.”

This wasn’t a decision she could make alone. Not when so much was at stake.

This wasn’t the time for pride or reckless emotions.

Alexander turned his gaze away, expression cool as ever. “I want your answer in twenty-four hours.”

With that, he walked off without another word.

Niki didn’t understand what the grown-ups were talking about, but she could feel the tension in the air.

So what if she had fancy degrees and foreign diplomas, or connections to spare?

Every word was a pointed jab, cutting right to the heart.

She paraded as an independent woman of the new era, yet always found her way forward on the back of another woman’s husband.

Danielle didn’t see her as competition. Truthfully, she never did.

Millie’s composure almost slipped.

She opened her mouth to retort, but no words came. It was as if her chest was stuffed with cotton, so stifling she could barely breathe.

Danielle turned away.

That’s when she noticed the man standing by the car a short distance off.

Bathed in the last light of sunset, his figure was tall and lean, a cigarette smoldering between his fingers. Through the haze, his eyes narrowed as he watched Danielle, his expression impossible to read.

Maybe he’d heard everything just now, but Danielle couldn’t care less.