The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 309

People who are too skilled at reading others are like mind readers—you might as well be standing naked in front of them.

Harold draped the shawl over her shoulders.

Danielle offered him a quiet thank you.

This little scene played out directly in front of Keegan, who watched without betraying much emotion—just the faintest twitch of his brow.

No wonder Ninesky Technologies had turned down his partnership proposal. Even though he’d presented them with a detailed pitch, full of enthusiasm and sincerity, they’d still refused. Now it made sense—they’d already found their ideal collaborator.

So, it all added up. They’d made a connection with Harold and rejected St. Anne’s proposal; there was the explanation.

“What are you looking at?” Liam sidled over and followed Keegan’s gaze, catching sight of the same tableau.

“No wonder Mr. Chapman is so eager to speak up for her. Men are all the same,” Liam said with a sigh. “Looks like Harold’s fallen under Danielle’s spell too—just another guy in her collection.”

He let out a soft, half-amused sigh.

Who says looks don’t matter in this world? Danielle had managed to break into a social circle that was never meant for her, just by virtue of her face.

She’d even managed to charm Harold.

Truth be told, most of them didn’t know Harold personally. They’d barely worked together, and in their industry, they were more often competitors than partners. Everything they’d heard about Harold was secondhand—just rumors passed along at networking events.

And now, seeing him, he was just like every other man, tripped up by a pretty face. No one was immune.

Liam sauntered over to Alexander.

Alexander was hunched over his phone, attending to work emails.

Liam plopped down beside him. “Caught sight of your ex-wife flirting again. You’ve got to hand it to her—when it comes to reeling in men, Danielle is at the top of her game.”

Alexander didn’t look up, his eyes shadowed and unreadable. He gave no sign of interest, didn’t even bother with a reply.

Liam couldn’t help himself—he kept griping.

“You don’t have to be so formal with me,” he said, looking at her. “We’ve known each other for a while now. Are you nervous around me?”

He could sense it, just a little.

Danielle always seemed so calm and composed, but she was careful to keep her distance.

She’d rarely spent time with men over the years, and the truth was, she’d never really figured out how to relate to them.

She managed a warm, polite smile. “Not at all. You’re very easy to talk to, Mr. Chapman.”

“Glad to hear it,” Harold replied, turning his attention elsewhere.

The ISSDS competition was about to begin, teams waiting in anticipation for the challenge to start.

The task was revealed: a 24-hour extreme design challenge.

Each team was to design a base capable of housing 400 people—on the surface of Mars, within its lava tubes.