The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 528

Hearing her mother’s words, Millie felt a dull ache start to throb behind her temples.

She lifted a hand and gently massaged her forehead.

Taking a steady breath, Millie said, “I’ll find time to talk to him properly about the judges. For now, just send me the information.”

This was her future at stake—she couldn’t afford to be careless.

She knew Alexander loved her, but she had to look out for her own path too. She couldn’t rely on him to do all the heavy lifting.

As soon as Leanne hung up, she texted Millie the judges’ profiles.

Millie scrolled through the details and noticed that one of the main judges was staying in the same hotel as her.

Their preferences and quirks were all listed clearly—comprehensive, accurate, and to the point.

Millie stared at the screen, her expression clouded.

She took a slow breath, snapped a photo, and sent a message to arrange a meeting.

Leanne had been working hard for Millie’s future, even if it meant pushing her own daughter to make sacrifices.

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It was nearly midnight.

Millie, dressed to perfection, stood in the hallway and knocked on the judge’s hotel room door.

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The next morning.

Danielle woke slowly, her head pounding like it might split in two.

She reached up to rub her temples, taking in her surroundings.

She was in her own hotel room.

She vaguely remembered her older brother escorting her home last night.

And after that—

Danielle’s breath caught in her throat.

One thing she was certain of: she had been drugged last night.

Her hand clenched into a fist as she tried to clear the fog in her mind. Most of the night was a blur.

She glanced around the room. Everything was neat and undisturbed.

It didn’t look like anything had happened.

Yet her bones ached as if she’d been run over.

Gritting her teeth, Danielle forced herself out of bed and went through the motions of washing up.

In the mirror, she caught sight of herself—faint red marks visible along her collarbone.

She paused, fingertips grazing the bruised skin.

Flashes of fragmented memories flickered through her mind, gone before she could grasp them.

She bit down on her lip.

Just then, the doorbell rang.

Nathan came down from upstairs and joined her at the table.

He smiled warmly. “You drank a lot last night. Did you sleep well?”

Danielle looked up, searching his face, weighing his words for any hidden meaning.

Her grip tightened around her fork.

“I’m fine. What about you?”

“I slept well,” Nathan replied.

Danielle pressed her lips together, watching him calmly. “I didn’t do anything out of line last night, did I?”

Nathan met her gaze, his dark eyes steady. “What could you possibly do to me?”

Before Danielle could answer, a plate was set down on the table.

Alexander slid into the seat beside her, greeting them in his usual calm tone. “Morning, Nathan.”

Nathan glanced at him. “Didn’t expect you to have time to join us here.”

Danielle shot Alexander a puzzled look. This man was impossible to read.

“If you can be here, why can’t I?” Alexander replied, his tone relaxed.

Nathan’s eyes narrowed. “Are you here to cheer Millie on? I know what’s been going on between you two. You went too far.”

He paused, his gaze sharp. “Or are you really planning to marry her?”

Alexander took a sip of water, his face giving nothing away.