The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 118

From the very beginning, Danielle hadn't paid much attention to Mr. Wilson.

After all, a big shot like him attracted everyone's attention. There was no need to force her way into that crowd.

Instead, she planned to meet with the two secretaries.

Secretaries to top government officials carried real power and high rank; plenty of people wanted a word with them.

Yet, so far, the two had stayed hidden away in a private lounge backstage. No one bothered to seek them out—no one even knew which room they were in.

Millie, on the other hand, had a very clear goal.

Mr. Hawthorne from the Blackwood Research Institute.

Since she hadn't started her own company yet, she hoped Mr. Hawthorne would take her under his wing.

She'd seen him before at an open house at the institute, but they'd barely spoken. The missed opportunity nagged at her, and now she wanted a real conversation.

It took some effort, but she finally tracked Mr. Hawthorne down backstage.

He was quietly sipping tea.

She approached with a friendly smile. "Mr. Hawthorne, we met once before."

Mr. Hawthorne glanced at her, nodded politely, but kept his distance. He was impressed she'd managed to find him here at all.

Still smiling, Millie continued, "I finished my doctorate abroad, and now I want to pursue further research back home."

"I've always admired your work—you've led our country's aerospace field to new heights."

"Hardly," Mr. Hawthorne said, waving off the compliment.

"I've got a few projects in mind, but I'm in need of a mentor. I was hoping for your guidance…"

She finally made her intentions clear.

If someone like Mr. Hawthorne agreed to take her on, her future in the field would be as bright as Gian's—who had founded Ninesky Technologies and built it up from nothing.

Mr. Hawthorne smiled, setting his teacup aside. "I'm afraid there's nothing I can teach you."

A polite way of turning her down.

"Why do you say that?" Millie pressed. "You—"

He cut her off. "You're very talented, but you know my standards for students."

"Someone like Sophia—how close are you to that level?"

Millie hesitated.

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