The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 392

If every project stalled, they’d soon be outpaced by competitors.

There was no shortage of talent in the field these days.

One slow step meant falling behind at every turn—that’s why Millie was so anxious.

Especially with Ninesky Technologies. Among similar companies, they were the undisputed, formidable rival.

Millie’s brows furrowed in thought. “If possible, I need fifty million dollars.”

“I can generate revenue, and I’ll make this company the best it can be.”

Right now, she desperately needed funding.

It wasn’t a question of whether she could afford to delay—she couldn’t. The real problem was the wager agreement signed with Ninesky and Danielle.

If every project was shelved or pushed back, they’d trigger the penalty clause, and she could lose the entire company.

She knew deep down that even if things came to that, Alexander would catch her if she fell.

But that wasn’t what she wanted.

If she lost the company, it would only prove she wasn’t as capable as Danielle.

And Danielle—she was like fate’s favorite child. Those two partners had collapsed one after another, but if they’d signed with Ninesky, it would have been a devastating blow.

Yet, it had all landed on Millie’s shoulders. She could only chalk it up to luck.

Millie believed this was a test from above. If she could get through it, everything after would be smooth sailing.

“Alright.” Alexander lowered his eyes to sign the documents. “I don’t have that much available cash in my account right now. Go to Newsworld’s finance department and request the funds as a partnership allocation.”

At his words, Millie felt a tightness in her chest ease. “Thank you.”

Alexander looked up. “Why are you thanking me?”

Millie thought for a moment.

He was right.

Given their relationship, was there any reason to be so formal?

She took a slow, steadying breath and sat down on a chair.

“I’ll try to reach out abroad, see if there are any resources.”

Every avenue had to be explored.

They just had to hold on and keep the cancer from spreading.

Her uncle was one of the most important people in her life. She couldn’t let anything happen to him.

“I heard your family forced Millie’s uncle, Baillie Fletcher, out?” A sharp voice cut through her thoughts.

Danielle looked up to see Orson Crawford standing before them, his expression thunderous.

“How can you treat a sick man like that? What are you, mobsters?” Orson glared at Vivian. “And you—always dipping into our joint assets to help your side of the family. I’ll see to it that every cent is accounted for and returned.”

“As of now, I’m cutting off all funding for Clyde’s treatment. If you’re so capable, pay for it yourself, but don’t use what belongs to both of us.”

Vivian’s eyes turned icy. “You should be ashamed of yourself.”