The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 220

As soon as she’d finished speaking, she turned and walked away.

On Alexander’s end, things moved with impressive speed.

In less than half an hour, lunch from Cloudwood Private Kitchen arrived at the Ninesky R&D Division.

Everyone got a share.

After all, this was Cloudwood—the most exclusive private kitchen in Northridge City, a place you couldn’t get into even if you had money.

The buzz around the food was palpable, and people quickly gathered together.

It was impossible for Danielle not to notice.

"Miss Fletcher, did your boyfriend order this for you? That’s so sweet," someone teased.

Millie smiled politely. "Just a friend."

Her coworkers grinned. "Oh, we get it… ‘just friends’ still in the honeymoon phase, huh?"

"Is this ‘friend’ Mr. Davidson? I saw you two together at that industry summit," another chimed in.

A blush crept up Millie’s cheeks. She couldn’t help but smile. "Yes, Mr. Davidson treated everyone to lunch today."

A chorus of knowing “Oohs” and laughter filled the room.

Alexander had always been diplomatic and considerate. When Millie first started her career, he’d helped her build connections and fit in. Even when he wasn’t around, he never failed to look out for her.

This lunch had suddenly made Millie the center of attention, warming up her relationship with her coworkers in a way that might have otherwise taken months.

After all, Cloudwood Private Kitchen was a place so exclusive you needed luck and connections to get a table. Thanks to Millie, everyone was grateful to enjoy a meal from there—they’d remember this favor.

Kirsten, standing beside Danielle, let out a dry laugh. "You have to admit, your ex-husband sure knows how to spoil his mistress."

There was no denying it.

Danielle lowered her gaze, sketching out design concepts. "Wherever the heart goes, the effort follows."

The irony wasn’t lost on her. She’d spent six years with Alexander, and he’d never shown her this kind of thoughtful care. He’d never even asked how she was managing at Newsworld, her former job.

Alexander knew full well she worked at Ninesky now, yet he made this grand gesture as if he wanted to rub it in her face.

Danielle’s voice was calm, utterly steady.

A knock sounded at the door.

"Not for me. I don’t have the appetite for it," Danielle said, and promptly dropped the meal into the trash.

Together, she and Kirsten headed down to the staff cafeteria.

—

That afternoon, the tech department meeting began.

Danielle led the discussion, outlining the latest project updates and changes.

When she reached the crucial points, she glanced at Millie. "I’ll need the assistant to step out for this part."

Millie rose slowly. "I am part of the tech department. Why shouldn’t I be included?"

She didn’t shy away from the issue, addressing it right in front of everyone. "Is there a personal problem you have with me? Whatever’s between us, it shouldn’t affect work."

The room went quiet as the team exchanged uncertain looks.

"Actually…" one colleague began, "with Miss Fletcher’s impressive credentials, she should be involved in the core development."

"Ms. Crawford," another chimed in, "to be honest, we’ve all wondered why you don’t give Miss Fletcher more responsibility. Are you jealous of her qualifications? Or are you afraid she’ll outshine you now that she’s got such a successful boyfriend?"