The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 1002

The two sides reached a stalemate, and the atmosphere in the room grew heavy. Danielle had been listening silently to the debate, her mind racing as she searched for a breakthrough. Just then, a sudden wave of nausea rose in her throat. She clapped a hand over her mouth, her face instantly turning pale.

“Ms. Crawford, are you alright?” Gian noticed her distress immediately, his voice laced with concern as he reached out to support her.

Danielle waved him off, grabbing her water glass and taking a large gulp to force the nausea down. She took a deep breath and looked up at Alexander. “I'm fine. Let's continue. Regarding the equity split, I have a new proposal…”

Alexander's eyes had been fixed on her, taking in her every reaction. He frowned. “If you're not feeling well, we can reschedule,” he said coolly.

“No need,” Danielle insisted, waving her hand again. “Let's just finish today's agenda.”

Seeing her determination, Alexander didn't interrupt again. He listened intently to her proposal, occasionally raising questions. In the end, however, they still couldn't reach an agreement.

The moment they stepped out of the NextCore building, Gian immediately took Danielle's arm, his concern deepening. “Is the morning sickness getting worse? You should have taken a break back in the conference room. Look how pale you are.”

Danielle shook her head and leaned against the car to steady herself, some color slowly returning to her face. “It's fine. It's an old problem, I just have to push through it. It was much harder when I was pregnant with Niki, and I got through that, didn't I?”

Meanwhile, just as the Ninesky car was pulling out of the NextCore parking lot, Nash Langley hurried over, an unbound document in his hand. He knocked on the window, and when Danielle rolled it down, he said, “Chief Engineer Crawford, Mr. Davidson asked me to tell you that he needs the detailed contract specifications for the integration work compiled and sent over tonight. If the content meets his expectations, he said the profit margins discussed earlier could be renegotiated.”

Danielle's hands tightened on the steering wheel for a moment. She turned to look at Nash. “Alright, I understand,” she replied simply, not asking any further questions.

After Nash nodded and walked away, Gian, in the passenger seat, immediately frowned. “He's doing this on purpose. It's already six in the evening, and he wants the detailed contract by tonight? That's an impossible task. Besides, in your condition, how can you possibly pull an all-nighter?”

Danielle started the car, the NextCore building shrinking in the rearview mirror as they drove away.