The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 247

The last time Harold came to Northridge, he’d shown up with nothing but sincerity—flying in from the South just to sign a contract.

His real battleground had always been down South.

Danielle lowered her eyes, deep in thought.

Gian watched her expression, half-amused. “So? Want to take revenge on Alexander? I’ll help you take down Newsworld if you want.”

The North-South rivalry had always been a tangled mess; nobody ever really won.

Harold was a force to be reckoned with, but Alexander wasn’t exactly a pushover, either.

Danielle looked up, her gaze clear and cold. “I just want to make sure that if anyone tries to push me around again, I have the power to fight back—and make it count.”

She’d had enough of the way things were in her past life.

Right up until her death, she’d been worn down, disillusioned, her every heartfelt intention thrown back in her face.

Coming back for a second chance, she’d been cautious at first—walking on eggshells around the Davidsons, and after filing for divorce, she’d been stifled and held back at every turn. She understood now how power worked.

In the end, you couldn’t count on anyone but yourself. Only when you had power and influence of your own did anything in this world really belong to you.

She needed to be the rock Niki could lean on—the one who gave her confidence and security.

Gian listened to this, arching an eyebrow as he glanced sideways at her. “Is that all? Doesn’t sound so impossible to me.”

For Danielle, it wasn’t some wild fantasy.

With her talent and experience, success and prestige were only a matter of time.

After all, from a different angle, she already had all those things—it was just that, because of her work with confidential agencies, she’d never been able to go public.

She was simply stepping back into her career from the starting line. That didn’t mean her abilities were starting over, too.

Some fools just couldn’t help themselves—they’d try to go up against her, thinking they stood a chance.

And when they inevitably got outmatched, they’d run off crying to their boyfriends.

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The next morning dawned bright and clear.

Danielle picked out a white summer dress; today she was headed to city hall to sign a contract with Mr. Keeley.

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