The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 273

Ninesky may look glamorous now, its lobby bustling with visitors, but that doesn’t mean it will last.

Gian gazed at him, a faintly amused smile tugging at his lips. “You’ve been in this industry long enough to know what this project means once it’s finished.”

It was nothing short of a milestone.

Millie rose from her seat. “Records are meant to be broken—no one stays on top forever.”

She lowered her gaze, fixing Danielle with a pointed look. “Especially when that so-called number one spot has nothing to do with certain people.”

Everyone knew the truth: this project’s success rested squarely on Gian and Ninesky’s technical team. Danielle was little more than a latecomer, a glorified assistant who happened to be in the right place at the right time.

She’d simply lucked into the spotlight.

Millie folded her arms across her chest. “I spent a day at Ninesky to get a feel for the office. It seems, Miss Crawford, that your team isn’t exactly loyal—they don’t respect your authority.”

“Oh, really?” Danielle set down her fork and looked up, her tone cool and indifferent. “Even if my team has complaints, it’s none of your business. If you’re jealous, you’ll just have to watch from the sidelines.”

Her words left Millie momentarily speechless, the implication clear: Millie couldn’t even get through Ninesky’s front door, let alone meddle in its affairs.

Suddenly, the atmosphere shifted.

“Something’s happened.”

Millie’s assistant hurried in, face tense with worry.

Millie kept her composure, calm as ever. “What could possibly be wrong? Speak clearly.”

“How many times have I told you to mind your image at work?” she added with a trace of annoyance. “Act like a professional.”

Liam frowned, looking the assistant over. “What’s going on?”

The assistant hesitated, glancing between them.

“Out with it,” Millie snapped, impatience creeping into her voice.

“It’s Mr. Linden’s deal. After entering production, there’s been a problem—”

In an instant, both Millie and Liam’s expressions fell.

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