The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 1298

Alexander couldn't be bothered to waste another word on him and turned to leave the study.

His steps were steady, his back straight, radiating a sense of finality as if everything behind him was no longer his concern.

"Alexander! Stop right there!" Danny yelled, chasing after him.

His voice was shrill, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

He quickly moved to block Alexander's path, his eyes bloodshot.

"You think you can just do whatever you want? I'm telling you, this family belongs to Paula too! Why are you so possessive? Aren't you afraid of karma?"

Alexander stopped.

He turned slowly to face the agitated Danny.

"Possessive? Danny, a man should know his limits. The Davidson family's assets have never been something that just anyone can snatch. What you and Paula want is nothing more than the family's wealth and status. You use the pretense of family while plotting to usurp what isn't yours. Unfortunately for you, you picked the wrong opponent."

"You want a piece of the company? Fine," Alexander's voice was light, almost dismissive.

"But you should remember, that's not how you make a dream come true. Instead of indulging in fantasies, you should go home and figure out how to clean up the Jamison family's dumpster fire."

With that, Alexander didn't linger.

He strode out of the old manor's main door.

A black car was already waiting.

The driver respectfully opened the door, and he ducked inside.

The car pulled away from the estate, speeding towards the city center.

Alexander leaned back against the seat.

He took out his phone, his fingers flying across the screen as he dialed his assistant.

"Immediately freeze all of the Jamison family's credit lines. Terminate all their projects with us, including any hidden partnership deals. Also, I want a full audit of the Jamison family's books for the past several years, especially for the projects they worked on with us. I want to know exactly how much they've skimmed off the Davidson family. Calculate it, down to the last cent."

"Yes, Mr. Davidson," the assistant's respectful voice came through the line, without a hint of hesitation.

After hanging up, Alexander opened his eyes and watched the city scenery blur past the window.

The Jamisons? Paula?

They were just stones on his path. Since they were foolish enough to jump into the fire, they couldn't blame him for being ruthless.

Meanwhile, in the Jamison family villa, Paula was lounging on the sofa, applying a high-end face mask while bossing around her beautician on the phone in a spoiled tone.

Ever since she had been humiliated at the Davidson manor, her anger had been simmering, and she was looking for a chance to get back at Danielle and Niki, and to reclaim what she felt was hers from Alexander.

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