The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 604

Kirsten shot Gian a look, her lips curling with a click of her tongue.

“It feels weird not seeing that little homewrecker trailing after him for once.”

Gian could only shake his head in exasperation. “Honestly, you and that mouth of yours…”

She snorted, drawing her own conclusion. “Anyone who gets close to Alexander? Bad luck’s sure to follow.”

Guests were guests, after all—and Alexander was the president of the local business association. There were deep ties and interests at play.

Danielle stepped forward, her face set in a carefully practiced smile as she approached him.

She extended her hand. “Mr. Davidson, welcome.”

Her expression and tone were as distant as if she were greeting a total stranger.

Alexander’s eyes dropped to her face, clocking the cool politeness in her smile. His brow creased ever so slightly.

“Still playing this game with me, are we?”

Danielle blinked, all innocence. “I’m afraid I don’t know what you mean, Mr. Davidson. If there’s anything about the summit you’re unhappy with, I’m open to suggestions.”

“I’m quite busy at the moment, so I won’t be able to entertain you personally. Someone will be along shortly to show you around.”

With that, Danielle turned and walked away.

Not far off, Nash took in the whole scene. To him, it felt almost surreal—a moment plucked from another life. Who could’ve imagined the way things would turn out? The woman who once spent her days bustling around a kitchen was now a powerhouse in her own right, standing toe-to-toe with Alexander.

No one could say for sure who’d end up on top between Alexander and Nathan; the future was still unwritten. But for now, Alexander remained the star attraction. It didn’t take long before a crowd formed around him.

Without a word, Alexander strode toward the main entrance.

Kirsten’s eyes narrowed. She set down her drink, hopped off her chair, and slipped after him.

Out front, a Porsche was parked at the curb. A woman stepped out, dressed in understated designer clothes, her hair swept back in a neat twist. She radiated quiet elegance. She handed Alexander a small pouch, murmured a few words, and then slipped back into her car, driving away.

Alexander nodded silently, almost deferential, as if he’d been given instructions.

They seemed…familiar. Comfortable with each other.

Kirsten narrowed her eyes, quickly snapping a photo of the woman with her phone.

So that’s her, she thought. The woman behind Alexander.