The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 388

Vivian tilted her head, glancing at Danielle. When she saw Danielle’s calm, unbothered expression, the tension in her own brow eased a little.

She’d been worried Danielle might take things too hard.

Even someone like Caleb had heard of Danielle’s reputation.

It was clear Alexander had paved a broad path for her.

But for all those opportunities, Danielle hadn’t exactly sailed ahead.

“Maybe her reputation doesn’t match her real abilities,” Caleb said, his gaze fixed on Danielle. “Miss Crawford, do you see AetherX Dynamics as real competition?”

Danielle looked up, her voice smooth and unhurried. “We all serve the same greater good. There’s no real rivalry.”

Truth be told, she’d never considered AetherX Dynamics a threat. Startups always needed time before they could challenge the big players.

In this industry, achievements didn’t happen overnight; success wasn’t something you could just claim for yourself.

But Millie—she always treated Ninesky as both a benchmark and a rival.

“Miss Crawford, you have quite the perspective.” Caleb smiled. “My father actually knows you, you know.”

Danielle blinked, searching her memory. Aside from today, she couldn’t recall ever meeting him.

She pressed her lips together, then replied, “That’s an honor.”

“But I tend to forget important people. I’m afraid I don’t remember your father.”

Caleb’s smile lingered, his eyes warming with a hint of admiration. “You’re good with words.”

He went on, “My father used to be at the Blackwood Research Institute. He saw you there, from a distance.”

“Mr. Hawthorne’s students—each of them is remarkable. My father was busy at the time, so he didn’t introduce himself.”

That explained it.

Danielle said, “I suppose that counts as fate, then.”

Her conversation with Caleb flowed surprisingly well.

“Who knows.”

Their voices faded as they strolled away, still gossiping.

Danielle tightened her grip on the powder compact, knuckles white.

Very few people out there knew the truth about her and Niki.

But these rumors—these were outrageous even by society’s standards.

She lowered her gaze, her expression icy as she stepped out into the corridor.

Taking a steadying breath, she looked up—only to see Alexander heading straight toward her.

The sight of him made her scowl deepen.

Alexander’s eyes swept over her, unhurried and cool. “Did you get along with Mr. Northrop?”

Danielle’s stare was frosty as she met his gaze. “Alexander, if these rumors start to affect my life, I won’t bother sticking to the agreement.”