The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 435

“Has everyone finished reading?”

Chairman White spoke in his calm, measured tone. “There’s another paper that’s just been published—quite valuable from a research perspective. I suggest everyone take a look.”

Each person had a laptop in front of them; all the meeting documents were available at their fingertips.

Chairman White projected the paper onto the main screen.

“Besides Sophia’s paper,” he said, his voice even, “this one is also worth mentioning.”

Millie skimmed the table of contents at lightning speed.

Her heart skipped. This was… impressive. Many of the insights cut straight to the point, touching on areas none of them had even considered.

She immediately scrolled down to the author’s name.

First author—Danielle.

Eyes wide, Millie shot a look across the room at Danielle.

Her own paper had been rejected by the top journal—she couldn’t even get it through peer review.

But Danielle could?

No. That’s impossible.

Millie’s hands trembled.

“The real challenge we’re facing now is the loss of personnel in the field,” Chairman White continued. “This paper offers solutions—ultra-long-range, highly precise remote operation. It’s a major breakthrough for the market.”

From the podium, he was pointing the way forward, setting new standards for the industry.

Alexander glanced at Danielle, his gaze unreadable.

Kirsten leaned forward, chin propped on her hands, watching the shock play across Millie’s face. A sly smile tugged at the corner of her mouth.

“Finally getting the recognition you deserve,” Kirsten said to Danielle. “Let’s see who’s the real deal now.”

“Oh, please. Millie couldn’t even qualify as a trophy wife,” she added, rolling her eyes.

Danielle just shook her head, exasperated.

At that moment, her phone buzzed. She lowered her eyes, stared at the screen for a moment, then switched it off.

“Alex—” Millie whispered, voice strained, “That can’t be the same Danielle, right?”

How could it be?

She’s just an undergrad. No way.

Alexander kept his eyes on the screen, his expression dark and inscrutable.

Even Liam was floored. He actually wondered if he was seeing things.

Danielle, writing something this groundbreaking? With so many novel ideas no one else had ever proposed?

Danielle rose slowly and nodded. “It would be my pleasure.”

“But first, I’d like to correct a few technical points Ms. Fletcher raised in her presentation.”

Chairman White lifted his eyebrows in mild surprise.

Millie blinked. “Excuse me?”

Liam shot her a look. “Are you out of your mind?”

Was she so desperate to get noticed that she’d try to publicly correct Millie’s technical presentation?

Could she even understand the paper in the first place, let alone correct anyone else?

Millie glared, brow furrowed. “And what gives you the right to correct me?”

Danielle met her gaze. “It’s normal for colleagues to raise questions and discuss them. Ms. Fletcher, isn’t your attitude a bit too sharp? Can’t you even tolerate a little debate?”

Millie let out a derisive laugh. “Fine, go ahead. I’d love to see what you’ve got.”

She was certain Danielle would make a fool of herself.

Danielle smiled coolly. “Sorry, but I have no intention of discussing technical issues with you.”

Millie narrowed her eyes. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Now Danielle looked around at everyone present. “If I may have a moment of your time, I’d like to address an issue of intellectual property—regarding my own work.”