The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 300

He looked at Danielle with gentle eyes. “Just do your best. Winning this competition would be a nice bonus, but if we lose, it won’t cost us a thing.”

Before a competition, it’s more important to relax and shake off the pressure.

Danielle glanced at Gian. “Do I really seem that bad at handling stress?”

Gian’s warmth made him easy to talk to; he always seemed to understand people at their core and never hesitated to see things from another’s perspective.

Still, when it came to mental resilience, Danielle couldn’t help but recall what Alexander had said that night.

He’d told her she needed to toughen up.

Danielle hadn’t thought much of it at the time, but sensitive people always end up overthinking.

“I just worry you might be a little nervous inside,” Gian said, giving her shoulder a reassuring squeeze. “But as for mental resilience…”

“We’ve been through so much together, and I’ve never once seen you lose your composure. You’re rock solid.”

Danielle was, in fact, the most unflappable person he knew. She faced every situation with remarkable calm, always keeping her emotions in check—and her head firmly on her shoulders.

But what she really felt beneath that rational mask was anyone’s guess.

Danielle tugged at the corner of her mouth and gave a soft, amused smile.

If her nerves weren’t up to the task, she’d have sunk into depression ages ago, living with the Davidson family.

The group set off and soon arrived in Emberwick.

Many other teams had already arrived a couple of days early as well.

Harold had booked them rooms at the Emberwick Hotel, a place renowned for hosting distinguished guests.

At the hotel, Danielle spotted plenty of familiar faces—other competitors who had also chosen to stay there.

Their rooms were on the top floor: extravagant executive suites, one for each of them.

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