The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 499

Gian arched an eyebrow. “A diehard fan, huh? That’s a first.”

He turned to Danielle with a smirk. “The girl’s obviously crazy about you. Come on, let’s get you two a picture together.”

He snapped a photo of Danielle with Beatty.

Beatty’s face was lit up, her excitement impossible to hide. She looked like she might float away. Tonight, she’d be too thrilled to sleep.

As Danielle and Gian climbed into the car, she asked, “Do you know that girl from earlier?”

Gian nodded. “That’s the youngest daughter of the Solomon family. Sweet kid.”

“She’s well-known in the business—everyone says she’s bright, outgoing, a real rising star.”

He went on, “She’s got a great family, straight-A student, a promising future ahead of her. Honestly, she’s just a good-hearted kid.”

Danielle raised an eyebrow. “You seem to know her pretty well.”

Gian shrugged. “Why else do you think I suggested the photo?”

“Our families do business together. I’ve met her once—she chattered nonstop about how you’re her idol. That’s why she got into this industry.”

“In a way, you’re a guiding light for all the up-and-comers.”

Danielle was taking a sip from her water bottle when Gian said that. She nearly choked, coughing as she set it down.

“Easy there.”

Danielle managed a wry smile. “A guiding light is a bit much.”

Only people with real interest get into this field, she thought.

Gian gave her a knowing look. “Never underestimate the power of a role model. It can mean everything to someone.”

Danielle understood. She owed that girl a thank you, especially since Beatty had spoken up for her during the reporters’ ambush.

A genuinely good kid—honest, decent, with a bright future.

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Meanwhile, back at Millie’s apartment.

She took a long shower, but her expression stayed sour, her mood anything but happy.

She’d expected to drag that woman down today, but things had veered off in an unexpected direction. She hadn’t counted on Alexander stepping in either. In the end, he’d done it for their shared future.

After talking things over with her mother, she’d started making plans—calculating her next move.

She drew herself a rose-scented bath, letting the fragrance soak into her skin, trying to clear her mind.

The only thing left between them was an unspoken understanding, a conversation waiting to happen. Once they finally talked things out, she could start planning her future as Mrs. Davidson.

Tonight, she’d decided, was the night to lay all her cards on the table.

Alexander had made it clear today—despite the chaos, he was still working for their future.

Her mother was right: she couldn’t let him carry the burden alone.

Their future was something they’d have to build together.

She wanted to help, to pull her weight—and after the fiasco with the reporters today, she owed him an explanation. She didn’t want to add to his worries.

From now on, they needed to work as a team, not keep messing up each other’s plans.

Changing into her favorite little black dress, Millie took extra care with her appearance, highlighting every curve. She spritzed on perfume, making sure she looked and smelled irresistible.

Men are visual creatures, she thought.

Alexander liked her, but even so, she believed in the power of a little ceremony.

Tonight, she wanted to give him the best of her—a reward, a comfort, a promise.

Not long after, the doorbell rang.