The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 562

But going to Danielle for help now would be the same as admitting she’d plagiarized.

Millie clenched her jaw so tightly her teeth ached, staring at Danielle in stubborn silence.

Alexander sat beside them, face unreadable, sipping his tea with deliberate calm.

Inside, Millie waged a bitter war with herself.

She’d fought Danielle for so long, and now she was expected to swallow her pride, admit her mistakes, and—worst of all—ask for forgiveness and help.

To humble herself before the one person she’d always looked down on felt like swallowing broken glass.

She wasn’t ready for this kind of humiliation.

But the truth was inescapable: Danielle was the only person who could help her now.

Millie tried to reason with herself. If Alexander had brought Danielle here, it meant there was still a chance, that all wasn’t lost. Danielle hadn’t said yes, but she’d come. That alone suggested she was willing to talk—if the price was right.

Millie’s jaw tightened. She glanced at Alexander, searching for some sign of support.

He didn’t offer her so much as a look. His expression remained cold, detached.

She drew a shaky breath, then turned to Danielle.

“I’ll admit there are things I’ve done that weren’t fair to you,” Millie began, forcing the words out. “But if you’re willing to work with me, we could find a solution together. We could both benefit and grow—our companies, side by side. A partnership with Davidson Group would only bring you new opportunities.”

She offered the olive branch, her pride aching with every word.

Alexander finally looked up, a faint, inscrutable smile on his lips. His voice was mild. “She does.”

Those two words struck Millie like a stone dropped in still water, sending shockwaves through her heart. Was this his way of acknowledging her, of saying she was the future mistress of Davidson Group?

Danielle only nodded, unsurprised.

Millie pressed on, “I came here today to show my sincerity. This matter isn’t set in stone, and if you agree to work with us, you stand to gain far more than you lose.”

Danielle set her teacup down with a quiet but decisive thud, her presence commanding. “Is that how you ask for help?”

“Ask for help?” Millie echoed, stung by Alexander’s earlier words. She didn’t see herself as the supplicant here.

“This is a mutually beneficial deal,” she insisted. “There’s nothing for you to lose, and you’d be gaining a valuable ally in me.”