The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 563

“So you’re proud to be such a master of plagiarism?” Danielle’s voice—and the look in her eyes—dripped with sarcasm.

Millie’s words hung in the air.

The man beside them let out a soft, amused chuckle.

Millie turned to him, puzzled. “Alex, what’s so funny?”

“Millie.” Alexander set the teapot down, his tone measured. “When you’re asking for help, you should act like it.”

He poured Danielle a fresh cup of tea.

“Chief Engineer Crawford is at the top of her field these days. Is there anything you’d like to ask her?”

Danielle watched the ripples in her teacup. Then she rose from her seat.

“If Miss Fletcher isn’t here in good faith, then there’s no reason for us to continue this dinner.”

Millie stared as Danielle stood, her own expression frosty, showing no intention of stopping her.

She couldn’t understand what Danielle was playing at. Sure, she was in a tough spot right now, but no one stays at the bottom forever. This was just a temporary setback. Besides, Alexander was on her side—and on Raffy’s too. Now that he’d confirmed his own position, she felt more secure. Coming here tonight had been a gamble, but it looked like it might pay off.

Alexander took a slow sip from his teacup, his gaze shifting to Millie beside him.

“She’s the only one who can help you.”

The words were cold and clear, and they made Millie’s heart plummet.

It was a simple statement, but Millie could sense another layer to his meaning.

What he was really saying: whether she liked it or not, tonight she had to ask Danielle for help.

Alexander had arranged this meeting, brought them both to the same table. More telling, Danielle had arrived with Alexander—did that mean he’d gone to meet her personally?

To admit the truth now would be to acknowledge that she wasn’t as capable as Danielle. But tonight, she had no choice. If she wanted to keep her future in Northridge City, she had to swallow her pride and ask for help.

Alexander’s message was crystal clear: if she let Danielle walk away now, she’d have no more chances.

She had to trust Alexander. If she humbled herself, he’d make sure she had a way out. That was the unspoken deal between them.

Millie drew a deep, steadying breath.

“I read your paper and took inspiration from it. Maybe some ideas were similar, but I never meant to copy your work.”

“So, you admit to plagiarism.” Danielle’s gaze was unflinching. “Is that your confession?”

Millie bristled. “Is it really necessary to press me so hard? To make everything so black and white?”

“A simple apology could keep you out of prison.” Danielle stared her down. “Which is worth more to you? You do understand what’s at stake, don’t you?”