The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 1048

Many people from their industry had turned their gazes toward her. No one had expected this private tech company, founded just five years ago, to land a multinational partnership with Cole. And the person spearheading it all was such a young woman.

In a corner of the ballroom, Alexander held a glass of champagne, his gaze locked firmly on Danielle. Dressed in a custom-tailored, dark gray suit, he stood tall but had deliberately chosen an inconspicuous spot. From the moment Danielle had walked into the ballroom, his eyes hadn't left her. She looked much better than she had at the hospital, her expression carrying the sharp focus of a professional woman, yet still retaining an almost imperceptible softness. He watched her chat animatedly with Davies, saw her expertly handle questions from the media, and noticed how she would quietly thank a team member who handed her a document.

Danielle was discussing the timeline for the technology rollout with Davies when she felt a familiar gaze on her. She instinctively looked up and met Alexander's eyes from across the room. His look was deep, as if holding back a thousand words, but he simply watched her, making no move to approach. Danielle's heart skipped a beat, but she quickly composed herself. She gave him a brief, polite nod in acknowledgment before immediately turning her attention back to Davies, as if her glance had been nothing more than a casual scan of the room. Watching her dismissive reaction, Alexander's expression hardened.

Just then, Harold walked over with two glasses of red wine. Dressed in a light camel-colored suit that complemented his gentle demeanor, he naturally handed one of the glasses to Danielle as he approached. "Ms. Crawford, congratulations on a successful partnership." "Thank you, Mr. Chapman." Danielle accepted the wine and clinked her glass against his. "We also have you to thank for helping to connect us. Our integration with Cole wouldn't have gone so smoothly otherwise." "You're being too kind. Ninesky's technical strength speaks for itself. Cole would have chosen you even without my help," Harold said with a smile, his eyes filled with sincere admiration. "I just played a very small part."

The two of them stood there chatting casually, their conversation drifting from the partnership to Niki and Raffy. They even joked about taking the two kids to an amusement park together. Their interaction was natural and familiar, like old friends catching up, and the atmosphere between them was light and easy.

From his corner, Alexander watched it all, his brow furrowing slightly. He knew Harold was interested in Danielle and had been a great help to her when she was sick. As if sensing his stare, Harold looked up and met Alexander's gaze. Their eyes locked across the room, and though no words were exchanged, it felt like a silent battle of wills. Harold's expression was calm, devoid of any provocation, but held an undeniable resolve, as if to say he would take care of Danielle and never let her be wronged again. Alexander's gaze darkened.

Danielle, however, was oblivious to the undercurrents between the two men. She was smiling down at a message from Niki, who had sent a picture of a drawing she'd made and promised a surprise when she got home. A warm smile touched her lips as she looked up at Harold. "It's getting late. I should go greet some of the other guests. Please excuse me." "Of course, go ahead," Harold nodded. He watched her back disappear into the crowd before his gaze returned to Alexander's corner. He shook his head slightly, then turned and walked away.

Alexander remained in his corner, his eyes following Danielle as she moved through the crowd. He waited until he saw her leave the ballroom for a moment, then rose to his feet and followed her.