Danielle smiled and nodded, following Gian toward the lecture hall.
Just her luck.
They ran into Millie and Alexander again, and this time, Liam was with them.
Liam, Cloudpath's chief executive, had come along to keep up with the industry trends.
Alexander was seated in the very front row, dressed head to toe in black, as impeccably elegant as always. Judging by his position and the way people glanced at him, he seemed set to speak on stage today.
Gian leaned in and whispered, "I forgot to mention—Mr. Davidson's company is one of the industry leaders. He'll be giving a talk too."
"If you're uncomfortable, I can switch your seat."
"That's not necessary," Danielle replied, her voice steady.
She had nothing to hide. They worked in the same field; it was only a matter of time before their paths crossed. She couldn't spend her whole life dodging him just because he happened to be somewhere.
Why should she have to step aside just because he was present?
Without another word, Danielle walked over and took her seat.
Liam stared her up and down, voice dripping with sarcasm. "Do you even understand any of this, or did you just come to make a scene? Cheating on your husband and flaunting it, desperate for attention."
"Trying to seduce every man in sight and still chasing after Davidson—shameless."
Danielle sat upright, fixing her gaze on the stage and pointedly ignoring Liam's jabs.
Ever since she'd married Alexander, Liam had taken every opportunity to throw barbs her way. Every encounter was a new attack.
"Still pretending to be some kind of saint?" When she didn't react, Liam scoffed, "Davidson, let's switch seats. I feel dirty just sitting next to her."
Millie frowned. "Watch your mouth, Liam. Why do you always have it out for her?"
He shot back, "Am I wrong? She's exactly what everyone says she is. Can't do whatever she wants without people talking?"
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