The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 1313

The next day.

Alexander attended a high-profile banquet to entertain foreign VIPs.

He checked in with Danielle before heading out.

At the venue.

Dressed in a sharply tailored black suit, Alexander stood tall and imposing, effortlessly charming several foreign executives.

His conversational skills were flawless, projecting an air of powerful, composed elegance that drew the lingering gazes of countless socialites in the room.

"Mr. Davidson. I've heard so much about you."

A tall woman with impeccable makeup approached him, a champagne flute in hand, her heels clicking rhythmically against the marble floor.

She wore a stunning crimson gown with a slit that revealed long, gorgeous legs. A perfectly practiced smile rested on her lips.

She was introduced by a European partner, who clapped Alexander on the shoulder. "Mr. Davidson, this is Miss Ella, our APAC Marketing Director and a key player in this upcoming partnership."

"Miss Ella has admired your work from afar and has been eager to meet you."

Ella immediately stepped forward, offering her hand with a smooth, sultry tone. "Mr. Davidson. It's a pleasure. I'm Ella."

"I've followed how rapidly The Davidson Group has expanded its global footprint under your leadership. Meeting you in person, I see the rumors were completely justified."

Alexander's eyes briefly drifted to her outstretched hand, but he made no move to take it. He merely gave a polite, detached nod. "You're too kind, Miss Ella."

"The Davidson Group's growth is a result of my team's hard work, not just my own."

His rejection was blatant. Ella's smile stiffened for a fraction of a second before quickly snapping back into place.

She smoothly withdrew her hand, took a sip of champagne, and let her gaze trace the sharp lines of his face. "Mr. Davidson, you're far too modest," she purred.

"Honestly, I had a slightly selfish motive for coming tonight. I was hoping you'd humor me and grant me a dance?"

Heads turned. The surrounding guests watched with barely concealed amusement.

Everyone knew Alexander had been entirely single since his divorce, never once appearing with a plus-one. Speculation ran wild over exactly what kind of woman could finally lock down the young billionaire.

Alexander grabbed a glass of red wine from a passing tray, his expression deadpan. "Apologies. I'm not interested in dancing."

"Furthermore, I have actual business to discuss with your representatives. Excuse me."

Ella's smile finally fractured, but she refused to back down. "Are you really going to shoot me down like that, Mr. Davidson?"

"I hear The Davidson Group is making a push into the European market. Our company could be extremely beneficial to that endeavor."

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