The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 541

Gian fell silent.

The guest invited by the organizers to present the award.

And truthfully—

Alexander was more than worthy of that role.

He was the gold standard of his generation.

Ever since he’d entered the business world, it had taken only a few years for him to disrupt the market with groundbreaking innovation. The former aerospace prodigy had become a living legend in commerce, a rising star that investors clamored after and competitors tried desperately to imitate.

He was no longer just the new kid on the block—he had become the new face of capital itself.

People called him the visionary captain steering a new era of the economy.

Now that he sat as president of the Chamber of Commerce, he was, without question, the perfect choice to present this award.

Kirsten watched the scene unfold on stage and let out a sharp, almost mocking laugh. “Honestly, this is hilarious.”

“Millie probably thinks she’s a shoo-in for champion tonight. She must be imagining that her beloved is the one giving her the trophy, and maybe he’ll say something like ‘I’m so proud of you’ for everyone to hear.”

“Too bad for her. She can keep dreaming—what’s waiting for her isn’t a trophy, it’s a jail cell.”

Down in the audience, Nathan kept his gaze fixed on the stage, his eyes unreadable.

He joined the rest of the crowd in polite applause.

After Danielle stepped off the stage—

Beatty immediately rushed toward her idol, wrapping her in a big, excited hug.

“I totally basked in your glory tonight!”

Danielle’s team really was that good.

And under her leadership, they’d taken first place.

Everyone in the group was grinning from ear to ear.

Danielle smiled as well.

She made her way over to chat with Mr. Hawthorne and Chairman White.

And now here she was, inviting him to celebrate.

Beatty’s real aim was simple: she wanted to rub his nose in it, to gloat on behalf of her idol.

Everything about Millie was toxic as far as she was concerned. Why Alexander was so taken with someone like that, Beatty just couldn’t understand.

He must be blind. Passing up a diamond for a lump of glass.

He might look calm and collected now, but she wouldn’t be surprised if he spent the rest of the night trying to pull strings for that woman.

That was exactly why Beatty picked this moment to needle him—inviting him to their celebration, rubbing salt in his wounds.

If he refused, it would only mean he was running off to “handle things.”

Alexander gave them all a cool, detached look, then checked his watch.

“You go ahead and celebrate. I have other business to take care of.”

With that, he turned and walked away.