The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 535

Kirsten mused aloud, “Nathan just got back to town, and he’s already here with you at the competition. That’s devotion. I remember when you were still in college—after you got drunk at that bar, Nathan was the one who came to pick you up.”

“Back then, the way he looked at you—it was pure adoration. Something about his eyes just seemed… off.”

She tapped her chin in mock analysis. “Are you sure he doesn’t have other feelings for you?”

Danielle glanced up from her mountain of data, fixing Kirsten with a dry stare. “Kirsten, is there any chance you could remove your ‘everything is about sex’ brain for five minutes?”

Kirsten snapped her mouth shut, wisely choosing not to argue further. She lowered her gaze to the bouquet of roses in her hands. Each one was flawless, clearly chosen with care.

But the handwriting on the card—why did it look so familiar?

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After a grueling 27-hour design sprint, the final presentations and Q&A stretched another four hours.

Each team submitted a technical proposal in French—over fifty pages, complete with detailed specs and visual models—then presented their work and answered questions.

One by one, teams gave their presentations in French, showcasing the completeness, originality, and feasibility of their designs.

The judging panel—composed of aerospace experts from across the globe—was already seated. During the Q&A, they would probe each team’s logic, teamwork, and technical depth.

The four-hour defense began.

Millie took the stage first. As she fielded the judges’ questions, their expressions ranged from thoughtful to quietly impressed. In the end, her scores were stellar—highest of the competition so far.

The crowd, both in the hall and online, buzzed with excitement. Many were already calling her team the favorites to win the European finals.

Every aspect of their project had been outstanding—thorough, mature, and innovative.

Millie stood tall, pride written across her face.

Leanne had also arrived to watch in person. She beamed as she watched her daughter on stage.

Today was the Fletcher family’s moment in the spotlight.

Kirsten glanced over at Leanne, lips curling in a wry smirk. “Funny, I didn’t see your precious third child come to cheer on your youngest. She’s got that smug look—maybe she already thinks she’s won.”

Leanne’s expression frosted over. “My daughter’s got the highest score so far. Every part of her project was excellent, and her defense was outstanding. Why wouldn’t she be the champion?”

Not far away, Alexander listened without betraying any emotion.

Kirsten overheard, and immediately glared daggers at Liam. “If anyone’s got a ways to go, it’s you, you idiot.”

Liam blinked at her. “Who said I was talking about you? Hit a nerve?”

Kirsten snorted. “A grown man gossiping like an old crone. If you’re so eager to run your mouth, maybe you should get yourself fixed—might as well, since you’re not using it for anything else.”

“You—!” Liam’s jaw clenched. “Birds of a feather, you and Danielle!”

Nathan, sitting nearby, had just arrived in time to catch the exchange. He shot Liam a cool glance. “Why so quick to judge?”

“When did you get so arrogant?”

Nathan’s eyes narrowed, his tone icy.

Liam faltered, falling silent.

Leanne’s gaze flicked nervously to Nathan. To her, he was the enemy—the man who’d returned to lay claim to the Davidson family’s fortune.

Danielle took the stage, facing the panel of judges. As she looked up, she locked eyes with Alexander, seated directly in front of her.