The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 201

Millie Fletcher slipped her hand through Alexander Davidson’s arm, her voice soft and teasing. “Got a bit tied up this morning, you know how it is.”

Her words hung in the air, laced with implication; everyone who understood, understood. The glances exchanged around the room were knowing, their looks heavy with meaning.

Whenever Alexander arrived, it was as if the spotlight naturally shifted to him. Within minutes, a small crowd had gathered, eager to exchange pleasantries and bask in his effortless charm.

After all, the Davidson family’s reputation—and Alexander’s own standing—spoke for themselves.

“Alex, haven’t seen your father around lately,” a government official remarked, striking up casual conversation.

“Mr. Gaylord,” Alexander replied, his smile polite and easy. “He’s been overwhelmed with work lately—barely sees home these days.”

It was no secret—Mr. Davidson had a packed schedule, running the city from behind the scenes.

The Davidson family’s deep roots in both business and politics gave them near-unrivaled influence; it was only natural that so many government officials would want a moment with Alexander.

At that moment, Gian Atwood and Danielle Crawford arrived, moving through the crowd with quiet confidence.

Danielle was the picture of poise—her attire polished and understated, her presence radiant yet composed. She was the very image of grace, her background impeccable.

She’d chosen her outfit carefully for this government event, nothing flashy, nothing out of place. If anything, her modest elegance only set her apart more—she glowed with a quiet beauty that drew every eye in the room.

Their company, Ninesky, had made waves in the industry, and their arrival didn’t go unnoticed.

Gian leaned in slightly. “We should find Mr. Gaylord for a chat. His company’s factories have some of the best and most reliable production lines around. If we could work something out, it’d be a win.”

They’d come with a shortlist of targets in mind, and both knew exactly what they were here for.

Danielle nodded, her eyes scanning the room.

“Gian Atwood and that woman with him—they make quite the pair, don’t they? She’s got an almost ethereal calm about her,” someone murmured nearby.

“Yeah, there’s a lot of power couples here tonight,” another replied, half in awe.

“Wish our industry had more people who looked and carried themselves like that,” someone else said wistfully.

Keegan Clarke watched Danielle, his gaze dark and thoughtful. He’d met her before, but tonight—even he had to admit—she was striking.

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