The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 428

Danielle rubbed her temples and shot a look at Liam. “Sometimes I wonder if you should see a neurologist. After all, it’s pitiful being this dense for so many years.”

With that, she took Kirsten’s arm and strode off.

Liam just gave a derisive laugh, convinced they were acting out of nothing but embarrassment at getting caught.

No sooner had Kirsten stepped outside than she started venting. “Honestly, do they have any brains at all? No wonder they can’t produce any real research—just copycats, the lot of them.”

Danielle hadn’t expected Millie would stoop so low as to outright plagiarize her technology. Academic papers were meant to be referenced, sure, but cutting-edge system code? Danielle had no idea how Millie had even gotten her hands on it.

Back in her apartment, Danielle meticulously compared the files, gathering the evidence she’d need. As Kirsten had pointed out, if the accusation of plagiarism stuck this time, AetherX Dynamics would have to halt every single project.

A complete project freeze meant the whole company would grind to a standstill. With the contractual penalties in play, the outcome was obvious: it would be clear who won and who lost.

Danielle skimmed through the financial news, which covered every detail of the AetherX Dynamics launch event. The comments section below, though, was vicious.

["I guess even mistresses can start their own companies these days. Heard she’s using someone else’s husband’s money, too."]

["No real talent, just parades around like she’s the queen. Wonder how many perks she’s scored with that title."]

["Who doesn’t know the type? Manipulative, riding the coattails of ‘brotherly’ connections to get close to married men."]

["Seen plenty like her—gold diggers, living off men, no real ability. So what if she has two PhDs? With enough cash, anyone can buy a diploma."]

Each comment cut sharper than the last. The modern world had zero tolerance for homewreckers; once someone got branded as one, the public would relentlessly pile on.

Meanwhile, across town, Millie was staring at the online storm, her face darkening by the minute. With a sharp motion, she hurled her tablet to the floor.

Just then, her phone rang—Leanne.

“What the hell is going on?” Leanne snapped. “This kind of scandal? And Alexander isn’t saying a word to clear it up? Intellectech’s stock is tanking because of you!”

Millie felt her head pounding. This was the last thing she needed.

The Davidson family’s anniversary gala had already been a disaster for her—she’d lost all credibility there. At first, the rumors had only spread among a select few.

Now, with the gossip turning into a wildfire, there was no doubt in her mind: someone was pulling strings behind the scenes.