The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 301

That was true enough.

The nature of a team always mirrored its leader.

A clear directive from the top meant the job would get done right down the line.

“Miss Crawford, this way, please.” Harold Chapman’s assistant had already seen Kirsten Delaney and Gian Atwood to their car, and now gestured for Danielle Crawford to follow him.

Danielle offered no protest and walked over.

The assistant pulled open the rear door for her.

As Danielle slid into the back seat, she paused, caught off guard.

Harold was already there, sitting in the back, head bowed over a stack of work documents.

She pressed her lips together, then greeted him, “Mr. Chapman.”

“Surprised to see me here?” Harold set aside the papers, turning to meet her startled gaze.

He gave a soft, easy laugh. “No need to be nervous. Work kept me too busy to meet you all at the airport, but I wouldn’t dream of missing the hot springs.”

Hospitality in the South was famously attentive.

Danielle offered a polite smile. “You really don’t have to go to so much trouble for us. We can get around on our own. You’ve already gone above and beyond as a host.”

Harold just waved it off. “Not at all. It’s good for me to relax a little outside of work.”

His eyes crinkled with a smile as he looked at her. “It’s been ages since I’ve had guests from out of town.”

There was always a gentle warmth about him, a pleasant ease that made people feel instantly at home.

He didn’t have that overbearing intensity you’d expect from someone who’d spent years at the top.

Some people knew how to tuck away their sharp edges.

In business, they called men like him “smiling tigers.”

Since he’d made his intentions clear, Danielle dropped any further pleasantries.

The drive to the hot springs resort passed in comfortable silence, the atmosphere relaxed and unforced.

As their car rolled to a stop, several other vehicles pulled in behind them.

Danielle glanced over her shoulder at the unfamiliar plates—until she spotted a face she knew stepping down from the lead Land Rover.

That woman—

Sometimes, Millie almost admired her talent for wrapping men around her finger.

But mostly, Danielle made her sick to her stomach.

The way she jumped from one man to the next, it was a wonder she didn’t worry about catching something.

She was pretty, sure, and she used that to take every shortcut imaginable—and seemed to enjoy every minute of it.

Liam muttered, “A woman with talent like that—no wonder she’s always got someone eating out of her hand.”

Harold, meanwhile, had noticed Alexander and offered him a warm smile.

He walked over to greet them.

“Mr. Davidson. It’s been a while.” Harold extended his hand, all old-world courtesy.

Alexander lowered his gaze, gave a brief handshake, and let go almost immediately.

His dark eyes were frosty, a half-smile playing at his lips. “It has indeed.”