The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 200

Alexander kept his eyes lowered, focused on the paperwork in front of him. As Nash spoke, Alexander's face remained indifferent. "Didn't notice," he replied flatly.

Nash pressed his lips together, hesitating, but in the end said nothing more.

He understood. Clearly, Mr. Davidson's mind was elsewhere—certainly not on Danielle. Whatever changes she was going through, they barely registered with him.

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Ninesky's latest project was in full swing, but it needed serious funding to get off the ground.

Securing that capital meant reaching out to different partners—a challenge they'd been tackling head-on. Several companies had already come knocking, eager to collaborate; even Keegan had called, expressing interest in a potential deal.

But raising funds always came with risks. Equity financing could solve their cash flow issues and speed up development, but give away too much, and they'd lose control of the company. Take on too much debt, and they'd risk a financial crisis.

Danielle and Gian were well aware, but they didn't let it weigh them down.

After all, Ninesky was still a newcomer in the industry. Their supply chain was far from complete, and they weren't equipped for independent production yet.

Their plan? Attract investors to build their own production line—or, failing that, acquire a well-established manufacturing company.

Recently, the government had organized a major industry summit, and Ninesky received an invitation—a golden opportunity to connect with potential manufacturing partners.

Naturally, as the technical lead, Danielle accompanied Gian to the summit.

She had thrown herself into preparations for the event. If she could land a deal with a manufacturer, it would be a major win.

She was running system tests one afternoon when her phone suddenly rang.

Danielle glanced at the screen—a number she didn't recognize.

She answered in her usual gentle tone, "Hello?"

"Mom, are you really not coming home?"

The voice on the other end belonged to Raffy.

Danielle frowned. She'd already blocked Raffy's number, but it seemed he'd just found another way to call her.

"You have the wrong number," she said, her voice cold.

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