The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 293

Gian nodded. “Alright, let’s make a few tweaks when we get back. For now, pack up—next meeting’s starting soon.”

Danielle looked up, puzzled. “Next meeting?”

“You were pretty absorbed in your coding. How could you have heard me say it?” Gian grinned.

She raised an eyebrow. “Who’s it with?”

“Newsworld. Their project’s first phase is nearly wrapped up, so we’re heading over for the final review. We’ve also got a lunch scheduled.”

He glanced at her. “The three companies will discuss the next phase together. If you don’t want to come, I can handle it myself.”

As the project’s chief engineer, Danielle had every intention of seeing things through. Divorce or not, she wasn’t about to duck out of a professional commitment—she’d already moved on, and there was no reason to avoid them.

She made her answer clear through action: closing her laptop, she stood up. “Let’s go.”

Truth be told, she was curious to see how the first phase had turned out.

They stepped out of the restaurant.

No sooner had they gotten into the car and buckled up than Gian’s phone rang. The call was from the dealership.

He spoke briefly, then hung up.

Danielle turned to him. “So? Any news on the brakes?”

“They just emailed the inspection report. Take a look,” Gian replied, handing his phone to her without looking away from the road.

Danielle scrolled through the maintenance records, scanning every entry, until her eyes landed on the brake section. Her gaze sharpened.

The record was clear: no repairs, no inspections.

The last check had been the annual inspection, and the latest servicing hadn’t even touched the brakes.

A dull ache pressed at her temples as she massaged them.

“So, it wasn’t tampered with?”

Gian kept his eyes ahead as he drove. “After what happened, the factory at Cloudpath pulled the security footage. Every angle is on camera. No one went near your car.”

“If you really suspect sabotage, that person would have to be a real pro.”

Danielle powered off the phone and set it on the center console.

“It was my oversight.”

She hadn’t specifically asked the mechanics to check every detail during the last service.

They arrived at the restaurant Newsworld had picked for the meeting.

It was an upscale place with an old-world charm: dark wood paneling, soft lighting, and the gentle notes of a piano drifting through the air. The kind of place that put you instantly at ease.

Gian took it in and commented, “This place is so Alexander.”

Elegant, refined.

Danielle arched an eyebrow but said nothing.

Gian added with a wry smile, “Always putting on a show.”

They stepped into the private dining room.

Alexander, Millie, and Liam were already there, along with a few engineers ready to hand over the project data.

The agenda: wrapping up phase one and laying the groundwork for phase two.

Danielle followed Gian in. By now, none of these people found her presence surprising.

No matter what anyone thought of her skills, as long as Gian wanted her there, that was that. If they expected her to be nothing more than a pretty face, so be it.