The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 1241

Not long after Lorie left, the door to the hospital room was gently pushed open again.

Harold strode in slowly. He was alone, without his usual bodyguards, dressed in a meticulously tailored black trench coat with the collar casually open.

He held an unlit cigar between his fingers, a hint of careless amusement playing in his eyes.

He walked to the window, his back to Alexander, who was propped up in the hospital bed.

“Lorie’s offer sounded pretty good.”

Harold was the first to speak, his voice low and raspy with a magnetic quality. “Get engaged, get married, and disappear abroad. A world of freedom from then on.”

Alexander leaned against the headboard, his face still pale.

He looked up at Harold’s back, his gaze devoid of any warmth. “You’re not here to be her mouthpiece.”

It was a statement, not a question.

Harold and Lorie were merely partners in a mutually beneficial arrangement; there was no genuine affection between them.

Harold let out a soft chuckle and turned around. His eyes landed on Alexander, appraising him as if he were a priceless artifact.

He sat down in the chair by the bed, placed the cigar on the nightstand, and tapped his fingers rhythmically on the armrest. The sound was sharp and grating in the dead silence of the room.

“Of course not,” Harold said with a raised eyebrow. “I’m here to offer you another way out.”

“You don’t have to listen to Lorie. You can work with me.”

Alexander’s brow furrowed slightly. He remained silent, watching Harold, waiting for him to continue.

“The terms are simple.”

Harold leaned forward. “Tell me all the secrets you know. About the 07 fighter jet project, about The Davidson Group, about the connections and channels you’ve kept hidden in the shadows. All of it.”

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