The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 1030

The two walked out of NextCore side-by-side and got into Alexander’s car.

Silence filled the car, broken only by the soft instrumental music from the stereo, creating a delicate atmosphere.

Danielle leaned back in the passenger seat and turned to gaze out the window, watching the streetlights streak past. Her heart felt calm.

She didn't want to talk to Alexander, nor did she know what to say. The past grievances and unspoken regrets no longer seemed important.

Alexander drove with concentration, his peripheral vision occasionally glancing at Danielle.

Her profile was still lovely, but her face was paler than before, her chin sharper. It was clear she hadn't been resting well.

The car soon arrived at the apartment building where Danielle lived.

Danielle unbuckled her seatbelt. “Thank you, Mr. Davidson.”

With that, she pushed the door open and got out, walking straight toward the building entrance without a moment's hesitation.

Her steps were quick, and she didn't look back.

Alexander sat in the car, watching her back disappear into the building, an inexplicable bitterness rising in his chest.

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The first thing Danielle did when she got home was call Gian.

“Gian, I met with Cole's representative, Davies, today alongside Alexander. The conversation went well, but no deal was made.”

“Davies knew about my paper and seemed to have a good impression of me,” Danielle continued. “I think we should contact him directly and try to set up a meeting with Cole.”

Gian replied, “Good. I’ll have the marketing department prepare the materials right away. You get in touch with Davies's assistant and try to schedule a meeting with Cole as soon as possible.”

“Alright, I’m on it.”

They had just settled in when a familiar figure walked through the entrance—Alexander.

He was dressed in a dark gray suit, with Nash by his side. He was clearly there for a meeting as well.

Danielle’s heart leaped into her throat. The glass in her hand almost slipped, a cold sensation spreading through her fingertips.

She instinctively lowered her head, avoiding his gaze, a pang of guilt striking her. Meeting with Cole now was, in a way, like poaching a client.

After all, just yesterday she had been with Alexander as NextCore’s partner to receive Davies.

Alexander saw them too, and his steps faltered for a second.

His gaze swept over Danielle and Gian, landing on the documents spread out on their table. His expression was unreadable, showing neither surprise nor anger, as if he were merely looking at two strangers.

He didn't pause, walking straight toward a private room deeper inside the restaurant, his back straight, without a hint of hesitation.