The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 698

Conference Hall

Danielle sat quietly among the crowd, listening to the endless parade of speakers on stage. Nathan was seated beside her, his presence steady, while Alexander watched them both from across the room, his face carved in stone.

An usher guided Alexander to his assigned seat, which happened to be the empty chair beside Danielle. She was still absorbed in the latest speech when she sensed someone settling in next to her.

Rebecca, observing from a distance, felt her expression falter for just a moment. It always came back to this woman. Everything—her refusal to take her medication, her stubbornness, even her passivity—seemed to revolve around Danielle.

Danielle glanced at Alexander, surprised to see him. She schooled her features into indifference, pretending not to notice and kept her eyes fixed ahead, saying nothing.

“You and Nathan have always been close,” Alexander remarked, his voice rough and unhurried. “Now you even show up to meetings together.”

Danielle turned her head, arching a brow. “Are you talking to me?”

“Do you think there’s another Danielle I know?” Alexander’s tone was flat, almost weary.

Danielle’s lips curled into a cold, silent smirk. She didn’t bother to reply. Next to her, Nathan’s expression shifted slightly at Alexander’s arrival. He’d long sensed how much Alexander cared about Danielle—and that was exactly what made him wary.

“Alex, why didn’t you say anything before coming over?” Nathan interjected, forcing a lightness into his voice. “We should’ve walked in together. If Dad finds out we arrived separately, he’ll have something to say about it.”

Alexander’s face remained impassive, his eyes dark and unfathomable. He didn’t answer, maintaining an icy silence. Nathan, realizing the futility of pressing further, withdrew without protest. As long as Danielle was here, Alexander would show up sooner or later—he was sure of that much.

The meeting dragged on until, finally, the formalities ended and the crowd began to mingle. Danielle and Nathan prepared to head to the other side of the hall for another business discussion. With Nathan now taking the lead on their deepening partnership with Vanguard Technologies, and with the company’s Northridge City branch so close, their collaboration was only growing more intricate. Danielle hadn’t planned on attending today—Gian was supposed to come—but last-minute company matters had kept him away.

So she had no choice but to step in.

Rebecca arched an eyebrow. “There’s a lot you don’t know. After all these years working so closely by his side, don’t you think it’s strange you still can’t figure out what he wants? Maybe it’s time to consider whether he really trusts you.”

Nash fell silent, her words striking deeper than he’d expected. He’d always believed Mr. Davidson trusted him implicitly, but lately, doubts had begun to creep in.

He drew a slow, steadying breath. “Mr. Davidson must have his reasons. If he didn’t trust me at all, he wouldn’t share any of this with me. He’d just keep me in the dark, treat me like any other assistant.”

Rebecca’s lips curled in a wry smile. “It’s good that you realize that. He’s lucky to have someone as attentive as you by his side. At least he’s not entirely alone.”

Still, she thought, it was a shame—there were things Mr. Davidson would never share with anyone, not even Nash.

Danielle, reeling from Alexander’s question, felt her mind go blank. Keeping her expression frosty, she broke away, striding to a quiet corner of the hall.