The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 272

Word had already spread throughout the industry that they’d landed a major contract with one of the biggest companies in the region.

Offers started pouring in from all directions, and Ninesky became the center of attention. By noon, they’d already hosted representatives from over a dozen companies. The office buzzed with activity, almost like a busy train station.

As lunchtime finally rolled around, they managed to steal a few moments to breathe.

Gian fanned himself with his hand, grinning. “At this rate, I might as well start wearing a concierge badge.”

Danielle, head down as she sketched a rail design, didn’t look up. “It’s a good thing. You could use the workout.”

Gian glanced at the blueprints spread across the table. “You’re already getting started on the Blackwood Research Institute project?”

He couldn’t help but admire Danielle’s drive and focus. Whenever she found even a sliver of free time, her thoughts were always on work.

She nodded. “The sooner I get started, the sooner I can catch any problems and fix them.”

The work would always be waiting for her, so she pushed forward whenever she could.

Gian watched her for a moment, thoughtful and quiet. Then, “Running short on cash lately?”

Danielle’s hand paused mid-sketch, then she looked up with a wry smile. “What makes you think that?”

After finalizing her divorce from Alexander, she’d ended up with prime real estate, a few properties, and a healthy amount of cash.

She was hardly strapped for money—if anything, she was downright comfortable.

Her mother’s business was holding steady, but far from lavish, so Danielle helped out whenever she could. Her uncle, on the other hand, was still waiting for a matching organ donor after being diagnosed with a serious illness. The medical bills were mounting, but money wasn’t the real obstacle—the right donor was.

Gian raised an eyebrow. “Most people only work themselves to the bone because they need the money. What’s your excuse?”

Danielle didn’t bother looking up. Her reply was calm, almost amused. “Doing my part for the greater good.”

Liam, however, couldn’t hide his resentment. He was convinced Danielle’s luck was just that—luck. With the right wind, even a pig could fly, he thought, and yet this so-called “researcher” had managed to land herself in the industry. The idea was laughable.

“She just stands around watching. If she ever actually set foot in the workshop, I’d say she was just taking up space.”

Gian put his fork down, his expression cool. “Funny, this cafeteria’s noisy tonight. Almost sounds like a dog barking somewhere.”

Danielle couldn’t help but laugh. “You’ve got sharp ears, Gian.”

Liam’s face darkened. “Gian, what’s that supposed to mean?”

He stepped closer, lowering his voice. “Don’t throw everything away for a woman. If you stick with us, you’ll go much further. Some people are just going to hold you back.”

“You’ve got real talent in research—don’t waste it over some romance. You know, Hawthorne’s last female student gave up her career for love. Now? She’s at home washing dishes, playing housewife.”

Liam’s tone sharpened as he turned back to Gian. “You were Hawthorne’s student too. You know exactly what happened to her. Is that what you want for yourself?”