The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 292

“Are you really planning to keep Niki shut away at home forever?”

His voice came from above, cold and imperious.

Danielle let out a derisive laugh, eyes flashing as she looked up at him. “Since when is that any concern of yours, Uncle?”

She gestured toward the door with a mocking flourish. “Don’t let me keep you.”

“Hm.” Alexander gave a short, dismissive grunt, his gaze lingering on her stony face. “That temper of yours has only gotten worse.”

“No wonder Millie’s always getting an earful from you.”

The look he gave her was intense, almost suffocating in its darkness.

Before Danielle could decipher what he meant, Alexander had already turned and walked out, the door clicking shut behind him.

Danielle scoffed under her breath.

As if he had any right to judge her.

Who did he think he was, anyway?

Just then, her phone buzzed. Another text from Alexander: [Remember to send a photo to Grandma. She’s worried about you.]

Danielle’s expression didn’t soften. She turned off her phone and glanced at the insulated container still sitting on the table.

She was exhausted—hadn’t even found time for dinner.

When she finally opened the container, the aroma of herbal chicken broth rose up, thick with the scent of medicinal roots and herbs. The soup was still steaming hot.

She checked on Niki, making sure she was asleep, before coming out to drink the soup in silence.

From now on, she’d just have it delivered by courier. No more unnecessary contact with Alexander.

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Danielle listened without much reaction. She didn’t see Millie as a rival. Last time they’d competed, Danielle had seen firsthand what she could do. She had to admit—among the new generation, Millie was genuinely impressive.

Gian shot Danielle a look. She seemed completely unfazed.

He just smiled to himself.

Millie and Danielle weren’t even operating on the same level; there was simply no comparison. No wonder Danielle was so calm.

“Well, let’s leave it here for today,” the client said. “I’ll have my people get in touch about the next steps.”

When the client finally left, Danielle handed her laptop to Gian. “Take a look at this data set—there’s something off. Give it a thorough review when you get back.”

It was Blackwood Research Institute’s latest project—system development, highly confidential.

Gian stared for a beat.

So all through the meeting, while the client was singing AetherX Dynamics’ praises, she’d just been quietly writing code on the side.