The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 588

The last kidnapping case was still a tangled mess, with no real leads and the investigation dragging on. There were just too many unresolved questions.

For instance, who had slipped her the sedative during that dinner party? And why, after being drugged, did she just happen to run into Alexander—of all people? Everything about it was just too coincidental.

So coincidental, in fact, it felt as if someone was carefully pulling the strings from behind the scenes.

“If something needs to be reported to the police, then report it. If they need your cooperation, then cooperate. Sooner or later, the truth will come out,” Alexander said, his gaze lowered as he thumbed through his phone before handing it to her.

“There’s something you need to see.”

Danielle took the phone, her eyes widening in shock as she skimmed through the files. She jerked her head up to stare at Alexander.

“The last time Niki and Raffy were kidnapped, it was all staged by Millie herself.”

Danielle had suspected as much, but she’d never had proof. For Millie to do something like that—to put her own son in harm’s way, when she supposedly loved Raffy so much—was unthinkable. It spoke volumes about what a desperate woman was capable of. She’d use anything, even her own child, if it meant clawing her way to the top.

Millie had gambled everything for a shot at fortune and lost; now she had to pay the price for her choices.

Alexander took his phone back, his eyes dark and unreadable as he fixed them on Danielle.

“With these files, plus the classified intel, she’ll rot in prison for the rest of her life.”

Danielle looked at him, trying to read his motives. Why was he showing her this now? What did he want from her?

“So?” she asked, her voice steady. “What are you trying to say?”

He spoke in that unhurried, deliberate tone of his. “I prefer dealing with smart people. It saves time.”

His face betrayed no emotion; there was a cold, distant air about him, as if he had come here with a single purpose and wouldn’t stay a moment longer than necessary.

“So, what is it you want?” Danielle pressed.

He was silent for a long moment. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed. “Custody of our daughter.”

The words hit Danielle like a slap. She let out a cold, disbelieving laugh, refusing him without a second thought. “Absolutely not.”

“Even without your so-called evidence, Millie would still go to prison,” Danielle shot back, meeting his gaze. “You really think I hate her that much? You’re wrong. To me, she’s just a stranger. A stranger who’s always tried to make my life difficult.”

Danielle had never considered Millie her rival—Millie was the one constantly picking fights and keeping score.

No matter what Alexander’s reasons were for suddenly wanting custody of Niki, Danielle would never agree. When he’d had custody before, he’d been cold and distant; now, out of the blue, he wanted her back? Something was off.

Alexander’s brow furrowed almost imperceptibly as he leaned back in his chair, radiating an unmistakable air of authority.

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