The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 1154

Danielle spoke as she ate a custard bun.

Alexander smiled faintly. “That’s true. It’s tough being a kid.” He opened the car door. “Get in, we don’t want to be late.”

Danielle nodded and slid into the passenger seat.

The car pulled smoothly away from the curb. Alexander’s expression was as composed as ever as he focused on driving, saying little, but Danielle could feel that something between them was quietly shifting.

Before, there had always been an invisible barrier between them. Even when they were together, they lacked this kind of natural ease. Now, a simple greeting and a warm breakfast made her feel remarkably secure.

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The car soon arrived at the conference center at the city’s tech park. From a distance, the building looked stately and impressive, its entrance already lined with an array of luxury cars. Most of the people coming and going were in formal attire, their expressions serious, clearly important figures in the industry.

Alexander parked the car, and they got out together. Just as they reached the entrance, Danielle spotted two familiar figures—Kirsten and Gian were standing near the lobby doors, talking. They waved as soon as they saw them.

“There you are! Any later and they’d be closing the doors,” Kirsten said with a grin, looking Danielle up and down. “You look amazing today. So powerful.”

“You too,” Danielle replied with a smile, her gaze shifting to Gian beside her. “Gian.”

“Danielle.” Gian offered a warm smile, his eyes glancing between Danielle and Alexander for a moment before he said nothing more.

The four of them walked into the venue together, immediately drawing a number of stares. Most of the people present were industry titans and government officials, all of them well-informed.

Danielle noticed his movement, and her heart fluttered. She glanced sideways at him.

Just then, Alexander turned to look at her, a comforting smile in his eyes, as if to say, don’t mind them.

Their gazes met in mid-air, a silent, unspoken understanding passing between them.

Not far away, Harold and Lorie had also arrived. Harold was dressed in a black suit, his expression arrogant, while Lorie clung to his arm in a red dress, her makeup immaculate. The moment she saw Danielle and Alexander standing together, Lorie’s face darkened, and her nails dug unconsciously into Harold’s arm.

Harold frowned and subtly pulled his arm away. “Don’t be impulsive,” he muttered. “There are too many people here.”