The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 308

Millie frowned. “Mr. Liam isn’t wrong.”

Harold turned to Alexander. “Is this your girlfriend?”

Alexander’s dark eyes were unreadable and cold. He just looked back at Harold, saying nothing.

Harold chuckled, taking Alexander’s silence as an answer. “Your taste has certainly changed… quite a bit.”

He was always the picture of elegance and civility, but his words carried a subtle edge.

Millie found his comments grating, but she kept her expression composed, her brows drawing tighter.

The group moved on, walking away together.

Millie couldn’t help but wonder why Harold seemed so invested in Danielle.

“My guess? Gian’s been whispering in Mr. Chapman’s ear about how brilliant Danielle is, and Mr. Chapman believed him,” Liam said, breaking the silence. “But Mr. Chapman doesn’t know them the way we do. He’s missing the real story.”

“Gian’s got a reputation in the field, after all. If he says Danielle’s talented, Mr. Chapman is bound to take it at face value.” Liam clicked his tongue. “Let’s just hope Mr. Chapman isn’t too disappointed in the end. Gian’s always been the type to let his impulses cloud his judgment.”

Millie brushed off the whole episode. She never really took Danielle seriously anyway.

In the end, the results would speak for themselves.

She just felt that Danielle was getting a bit too full of herself.

Gian had handed her shortcut after shortcut, letting her ego swell to the point where she actually dared to enter a competition as big as the ISSDS.

Did Danielle really think this was just a game?

There were still two hours to go before the competition started.

The participants were gathering in groups, discussing strategies and sizing up the competition.

Industry heavyweights were arriving, making the atmosphere even more electric.

Alexander handed Millie a glass of water.

She smiled sweetly at him. “Thanks, Alex.”

She’d already prepared everything she needed for the contest—there was nothing left to do but wait.

Their conversation was light, even cheerful. Harold was ever the gentleman, occasionally offering Danielle something to eat.

The air conditioning in the hall was set a little too low.

Danielle started to feel chilly, rubbing her arms unconsciously.

Harold noticed. He raised his hand, gesturing for his assistant and murmuring a few instructions.

A moment later, the assistant returned with a soft shawl.

“Here, put this on,” Harold said, handing it to her. “I was going to offer you my jacket, but in front of all these people, I figured this was more appropriate.”

Danielle hesitated, a little surprised at how attentive he was to such small details.

It was as if, when Harold set his mind to it, nothing escaped his notice.

His meticulousness was impressive—but also, in its way, a little unsettling.