Alexander had been blatantly flaunting his relationship with Millie in public, not even bothering to hide it from Danielle.
It was a slap in the face, pure and simple—he treated her as if she were invisible, showing not an ounce of respect for the woman he'd married. He trampled all over her dignity as his wife, dragging her name through the mud for everyone to see.
Even the most arrogant person shouldn't have the nerve to go this far.
Gian couldn't help but feel that Danielle deserved so much better.
But Danielle herself had long since stopped caring.
"If the divorce goes through amicably on appeal, why make trouble for myself?" she said quietly.
After all, their marriage had never been public. Alexander and Millie were childhood sweethearts; he'd only married Danielle because of some unexpected incident, forced into it by circumstance. The whole tangled mess went back further than anyone cared to admit.
Besides, if she were to expose Alexander's secret lover now, it would be nothing less than a public humiliation. He'd retaliate, and she knew he wouldn't hesitate to go after Ninesky or the Linden family.
She had no interest in starting a war she didn't need.
Sometimes, it's not that justice is blind—just that the right moment hasn't arrived. There was a time and place for payback, and she knew better than to act recklessly before her own position was secure.
They had barely settled into their seats when Alexander and Millie made their entrance, surrounded by a crowd of supporters.
As they approached Danielle's table, one of the event organizers paused, clearly thrown off by Danielle's unfamiliar face.
"Excuse me, miss, this is the VIP section. May I ask who you are?" he said, cautious and polite.
Millie looked Danielle up and down, her eyes glittering with a mocking, almost amused expression.
In this industry, status was everything. No matter how long Danielle had been at Ninesky, she was still an outsider with no real standing.
And in this room full of tech elites, Danielle's name meant nothing.
Danielle introduced herself.
The organizer's gaze shifted to Gian, recognizing him at once and greeting him warmly.
That seemed to settle it—Danielle must be Gian's assistant or secretary.
Normally, assistants didn't get their own seats, but Danielle was already sitting down. Awkward as it was, the organizers couldn't exactly ask her to leave.
They seated Alexander right next to Danielle, and Millie took the spot on Alexander's other side.
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