The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 297

“He had it coming,” Danielle remarked coolly. “If you have the nerve to do something wrong, you’d better be ready to face the consequences.”

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The competition was just around the corner.

Danielle gathered the Northern Eye Team for a meeting with Mr. Hawthorne to discuss their game plan.

As the meeting wrapped up, a knock sounded at the conference room door.

Gian stepped in and looked at Danielle. “Mr. Chapman is here.”

Harold?

Danielle blinked in surprise. Why was he showing up now, of all times? He hadn’t mentioned any business to discuss lately.

She exchanged a few words with Mr. Hawthorne and stepped out into the hallway.

“What’s going on?” she asked Gian.

“The ISSDS is about to kick off,” Gian explained. “He’s in town on business. He wanted to meet you during the regionals, remember?”

Danielle paused, processing that. “He knows I’m Sophia?”

Back at the regionals, Harold’s people had actually tried to meet Sophia backstage, but she hadn’t revealed she was also competing.

Gian shook his head. “Harold’s a sharp guy. Through our partnership, he’s figured out what you’re capable of. During the regionals, one of his guys saw you backstage. It wasn’t hard to connect the dots. The finals are being held down here in the south, after all.”

“He picked a place to meet. Our project’s first phase just wrapped up, so maybe he wants an update. He’s already waiting—want to go together?”

Harold was a remarkable partner—never once meddling in the projects he invested in.

Danielle saw no reason to refuse.

She and Gian made their way to the private suite.

Gian hesitated. “That’s very kind, Mr. Chapman, but are you sure it’s not too much trouble?”

Harold waved him off with a friendly smile. “Think nothing of it—consider it a gesture of friendship. Or do you two really believe that business is all cut and dry, with no room for a little goodwill?”

Danielle and Gian knew a man of Harold’s caliber never offered friendship without reason. No one became friends with partners just because of a deal.

It was simply how people at the top operated. Alexander was the same way—polite and distant, always impeccably courteous, but with a formality that kept everyone at arm’s length, no matter how familiar you got.

Harold, in contrast, exuded a gentle, effortless warmth, as if spring sunlight followed him wherever he went.

They were polar opposites in temperament.

Harold and Alexander were constantly compared—the two prodigies who’d become legends in the business world, each ruling their own domain.

With Harold’s generous invitation, Danielle and Gian had no reason to refuse. They accepted with a nod.

“Miss Crawford, you’re a rare talent in our field,” Harold said, raising his teacup. “I’ll toast you with tea—it’s an honor to work alongside you.”