The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 383

The old man’s words weren’t without reason.

What people fear most in this world is living inside an echo chamber—cut off from information everyone else takes for granted.

There are countless channels and opportunities that ordinary folks never even hear about.

Danielle gave the old man a gentle smile. “Thank you, but I’d like her to make her own choice.”

Mr. Hawthorne had already taken Niki under his wing, promising her a spot in his prestigious mentorship program—an opportunity that came with national recognition. For Niki to suddenly change course now would hardly be fair.

Amidst the noisy, bustling crowd, they stood together. The old man hadn’t expected Danielle to turn him down so quickly. Most people, in her place, would have jumped at the chance and showered him with flattery.

Not that he craved admiration—he simply found this young woman refreshingly different from the rest.

“Grandpa!” Jarvis came sprinting over from the competition hall, glancing around eagerly. “Where’s Dad?”

“He’s waiting outside,” the old man answered.

Niki strolled out at her own pace, a bright smile lighting up her face.

“Mom, wasn’t I amazing? I didn’t let you or Professor Hawthorne down!” she announced, pride bubbling in her voice.

Danielle’s heart softened at her daughter’s delight. “You were fantastic.”

The old man turned to Danielle, his tone warm. “We already have each other’s contact info, and I think we get along well. If you ever run into trouble, don’t hesitate to reach out.”

“My last name is Northrop,” he added casually.

Danielle paused, surprised.

The Northrop family of Northridge City—nearly as prominent as the Davidsons. Generation after generation, they’d been involved in government and public service. Still, she wasn’t sure if this Northrop was from *that* Northrop family.

She nodded politely. “Thank you, that’s very kind.”

Nearby, the two children were deep in conversation, swapping phone numbers with their phones.

“Dad’s car had some trouble, so the driver went to get another one,” Jarvis explained, clutching his father’s hand. “Dad, this is the lady who helped me today.”

The man’s gaze lingered on Danielle’s face, curious at first, then turning friendly. He extended his hand. “Caleb Northrop.”

Danielle shook it. “Danielle.”

“My son never stops talking about you,” Caleb said, smiling. “Thank you.”

Danielle returned the smile warmly. “Your father already thanked me. There’s really no need.”

Caleb Northrop—the leading figure in next-generation AI. The very same person SoarCorp had been hoping to partner with for years.

Her mother had been locked in a fierce competition with Leanne to secure a deal with the Northrop Group. Meanwhile, Intellectech’s funds had dried up, thanks to all the subsidies going to AetherX Dynamics. They desperately needed a new investment to stay afloat.

Caleb looked down at Niki, his eyes gentle. “Jarvis tells me your daughter is quite the star. Won first place today—champion, huh?”