The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 663

Alexander’s expression was cold and detached, his features sharp and unreadable.

“Oh? Since when has Mr. Chapman ever been so warm toward me?” He set his glass down with a delicate clink. “I wonder, what exactly is it you’d like to discuss?”

Harold smiled, unruffled. “There’s always something to talk about—business, partnerships, that sort of thing. But why do you always speak with such barbed words? Have I done something to offend you?”

A faint, cool smile played at the corners of Alexander’s lips. “Offend me? Hardly, Mr. Chapman. With you all the way across the country in Emberwick and me here in Northridge, I don’t see how you could.”

Harold’s smile didn’t budge. “What about Ms. Crawford? Do you have any thoughts on her? In public, is it appropriate for you two to call each other siblings?”

Alexander glanced over at Danielle.

Her face was calm, almost indifferent, her gaze steady as she met his eyes. There was nothing to read there.

He withdrew his gaze, unhurried, his eyes growing darker, more inscrutable.

“And how should we define it?” Alexander turned to Nathan. “Is it because she was once my wife that you call her your sister, or were you two always siblings, even before our marriage?”

With a single, matter-of-fact sentence, he tossed the ball back into Nathan’s court.

Nathan’s eyes narrowed, considering. “I knew her when she was just a kid—long before you ever did.”

Alexander shrugged and glanced at Harold. “Some questions are better directed at the people involved. What use is it asking me?”

It was clear he couldn’t care less about the whole affair.

At that moment, the dinner party formally began.

The host took the stage, microphone in hand, and addressed the guests. “Ladies and gentlemen, we’re all aware of what kind of gathering this is. On behalf of our hosts, I’d like to extend a warm welcome to everyone here.”

He took another sip of water, setting the glass down before fixing Harold with his icy gaze. “I wasn’t aware I had such a grand reputation.”

Harold’s smile remained gentle. “Don’t play coy, Chief Engineer Davidson. Everyone knows you’re the crown prince of Northridge.”

That title—especially here, especially with the Davidson family—was dangerous. In a city like Northridge, to be called the “crown prince” was to paint a target on one’s back.

Danielle and Gian both felt it. The praise was too pointed—there was an obvious trap in the compliment.

Most people wouldn’t know how to handle that.

“Crown prince of Northridge?” Alexander’s lips curled into a wry smile. “That would make my father the king. And only the king’s eldest son is called a prince, isn’t that right?”

He turned his gaze to Nathan. “What do you think, brother?”