The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 526

From the moment Harold met him, he’d always been the picture of a gentleman—polite, composed, unfailingly courteous.

But when it came to the issue of supply channels, Vanguard Technologies found itself in a bind.

Alexander had extended the proverbial olive branch, suggesting Harold partner with AetherX Dynamics. Given the circumstances, Harold didn’t have much choice; it was simply the most pragmatic business decision.

Danielle found the whole situation oddly amusing.

There was no need for speculation anymore—Alexander was quite openly paving the way for Millie. Everything Ninesky Technologies had, AetherX Dynamics would inevitably end up with as well. The pattern was obvious.

Danielle didn’t comment on any of it. Instead, she clinked glasses with them and drank.

She used to be able to hold her liquor, but lately, her tolerance had dropped. Tonight, she’d barely had anything before the world began to spin.

She waved them off when they noticed.

Neither Keegan nor Harold seemed intent on pressuring her to drink more.

Harold glanced down at Danielle, who was massaging her temples. “Your brother just called,” he said. “He’s on his way to pick you up.”

“Okay,” Danielle replied with a nod.

Keegan’s dark eyes lingered on Danielle as he quietly put his phone away.

“I’d planned to drive you home myself tonight,” Harold continued. “But since your brother’s coming, I’ll leave you in his care instead.”

“You’re still staying at the Emberwick Hotel, right? Let me know if you need anything—I’ll have it arranged.”

Harold was always meticulous, covering every possible angle.

Danielle nodded and thanked him politely.

“Still feeling sick? Want something to help sober up?” Keegan asked, his gaze steady. “If you can’t handle your drinks, maybe don’t push yourself next time.”

A heavy fog was settling over Danielle’s mind. Something felt off.

She’d never felt like this from drinking before.

“I’ll just have a glass of ice water, thanks,” she murmured.

Keegan flagged down a server and handed her a glass of cold water.

Danielle sipped, and the chill helped clear her head a little.

Her mind was foggy. She cracked the window open and didn’t reply.

Harold stood watching as the car pulled away, his gaze lingering before he finally turned back.

“Not leaving yet, Mr. Clarke?” Harold asked, his tone light. “This partnership worked out well for you.”

Keegan offered a polite smile. “Only because you gave us the chance. Thank you for that.”

Their conversation was all politeness on the surface, but neither smile reached their eyes.

“I’ve wanted to work with Ninesky Technologies for a long time, but the opportunity never came up,” Keegan admitted. “When Vanguard gets back its channel resources, I hope we can collaborate for mutual benefit.”

Harold gave a dismissive little shrug. “We’ll see.”

His answer was light, almost indifferent.

“I hear you and Mr. Davidson are quite close—long-time friends,” Harold remarked, hands in his pockets. “Danielle could be considered his sister-in-law, but from the looks of things tonight, their relationship doesn’t seem quite so straightforward.”

Keegan listened, his expression measured, but a faint crease appeared on his brow.