The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 705

A hush of whispers rippled through the crowd as curious glances darted their way. The assistant’s lips curled in smug satisfaction, clearly intending to press his luck, when suddenly a cold, commanding voice sliced through the noise like a shard of ice.

“Who are you calling lucky?”

No one had noticed when Nathan had stood up. He cut an imposing figure in a black suit, striding across the room until he towered over the assistant, his gaze as frigid as a winter storm. “Who gave you the right to gossip about my sister?” Nathan’s words rang out, steely and sharp.

“Sister?” The assistant’s face went pale, stunned to realize he’d been called out—by none other than the Davidson family’s second son. He stammered, “M-Mr. Davidson, I didn’t mean anything by it, I just—”

The realization dawned on him too late: even after the divorce, the Davidsons still stood up for her. What hope did Millie ever have of measuring up?

“Just talking?” Nathan’s laugh was cold, echoing through the now-silent hall. “Every one of Danielle’s achievements is backed by published research and patents. The breakthroughs she’s led her team through are praised even by aerospace experts.”

“And you? You clawed your way up by riding coattails. What makes you think you have any right to judge her?”

Nathan’s eyes swept the room, his voice low and unyielding. “Let me make myself clear. Danielle is my sister. Anyone who disrespects her disrespects me. And if you cross that line, don’t expect me to be polite.”

The entire room was frozen; even the air seemed to hold its breath.

A government official, sensing the tension, quickly signaled for security. He muttered a few sharp words to the assistant before the man was hurriedly escorted out.

The disturbance faded as quickly as it had flared, but the ripple it left behind in everyone’s mind was unmistakable.

Danielle stood on stage, her expression the picture of professional composure, though something complicated flickered beneath the surface. She knew Nathan meant well, but every public show of support felt like a reminder to everyone that she had once belonged to the Davidson family.

When her speech ended, the applause was louder than before. Danielle bowed in thanks, turned, and left the stage, deliberately avoiding Alexander’s gaze as she made her way toward the lounge.

She had just stepped out of the hall when Nathan intercepted her. “Are you alright?” he asked, concern softening his features.

“Danielle.” Alexander’s voice called after her, rough-edged and low.

She didn’t slow down, only quickened her pace.

When she reached the elevator, she nearly collided with Gian.

Gian followed her gaze. “Was Alexander waiting for you just now?” he asked gently, studying the tight set of her jaw.

Danielle pressed the button for the elevator, her tone cool. “Whatever he has to say never actually matters.”

The doors slid open and she stepped inside, Gian close behind.

“I’ve got work to do at home,” Danielle said, watching the numbers blink by, her voice heavy with fatigue. “I don’t have time to waste on him.”