The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 945

It was like an inescapable fate. No matter how she tried to hide, she couldn’t get away.

Danielle took a deep breath, suppressing the roiling emotions in her chest. Her voice was calm, almost cold. “It doesn’t matter who gets the credit.”

She paused, her gaze sweeping over Lorie before settling back on Alexander. “In the end, this partnership serves the Aerospace Institute and ensures the drone project moves forward.”

“I just need to focus on my research. As long as it benefits the Institute, it’s all the same to me who handles this deal.”

Without waiting to see their reactions, she turned and walked away.

The hallway lights cast a long, lonely shadow behind her.

Lorie watched Danielle’s resolute back, opening her mouth to say something more, but Alexander stopped her.

He shook his head, his gaze complicated as he watched Danielle disappear.

Once outside, the cool night air hit Danielle's face, finally cracking the icy mask she wore.

She looked up at the night sky.

She knew this entanglement of emotions and work was far from over.

But she no longer wanted to dwell on who was right or wrong, nor did she want to feel hurt by Alexander’s decisions anymore.

She took out her phone and dialed Gian’s number, her voice returning to its usual composed tone. “Gian, forget about looking into Mr. Linden and Lorie’s deal. I need you to focus on contacting other suppliers. Prioritize those with the highest technical compatibility and send me the list before work tomorrow.”

Hanging up, Danielle hailed a taxi.

He stared out the window at the end of the hall, his voice flat and devoid of emotion. “It was nothing. Don’t worry about it.”

Lorie paused for a moment before catching up, her eyes fixed on his tense profile. “But weren’t you a little too cold to Danielle? She is your ex-wife, after all, and you have such an adorable daughter together. Are you really not going to show her any courtesy?”

Alexander’s fingers toyed with the cigarette pack in his pocket. After a few seconds of silence, he finally said, “There’s no point in bringing up the past. Keeping our distance is better for everyone.”

His voice held no emotion, as if he were discussing a trivial matter that had nothing to do with him, with no hint of nostalgia for what was lost.

Lorie looked at his cold demeanor and felt a flicker of unease, but she just smiled and nodded, not pressing any further.

She knew some things were better left unsaid. Pushing too hard would only annoy him.