The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 744

From across the room, Nathan and Leah watched Danielle and Alexander together.

A short, sharp laugh broke the silence; Leah glanced at Nathan, arching an eyebrow. “Well, isn’t this cozy? Since when did those two get so chummy? Nathan, I have to say, your little schemes to drive a wedge between them seem to have backfired. Looks like you’ve brought them even closer.”

Her words dripped with her usual biting sarcasm. She pulled her shawl tighter around her shoulders, her eyes flashing with an icy hostility as she glanced over at Danielle.

As far as Leah was concerned, this woman—who had so suddenly barged into the Davidson family’s affairs—was nothing but a pawn, someone to be discarded at a moment’s notice.

Yet for some reason, Nathan seemed unwilling to make a move against her.

Nathan didn’t answer right away. His eyes, shadowed by the night, looked even more unfathomable—a cold, bottomless pool. He cast a glance at Leah, his voice unreadable. “Let me drive you home, Mom.”

“No need.” Leah scoffed, spinning on her heels. Without looking back, she strode toward her car, her high heels striking the pavement with defiant pride, as if determined not to show even a hint of vulnerability.

Nathan’s gaze lingered on her retreating figure before returning to the pair across the lawn.

Danielle must have sensed his eyes on her. She suddenly lifted her head, her gaze cutting through the crowd to meet his. There was no surprise in her expression, no attempt to avoid him—just an unruffled calm.

Nathan narrowed his eyes, the corners of his mouth curling into a smile that gave away nothing.

Beside Danielle, Alexander followed her line of sight. In that brief instant, when their eyes met across the distance, the air seemed to hold its breath.

The Davidson Group’s overseas operations were tangled and complex, with suppliers scattered across more than a dozen countries. To outsiders, losing a multi-million dollar contract to Vanguard Technologies might seem like just another business setback. But Nathan knew better—this was a strike straight at the lifeblood of several crucial projects. Cut off the supply of raw materials, and the production lines would grind to a halt. The cash flow would freeze, the entire financial structure of the Davidson Group could teeter, and the consequences could ripple out, threatening the very foundations of the family’s empire.

Nathan’s aim had never been as simple as taking one deal.

He looked past Alexander’s shoulder, fixing his gaze on Danielle, who sat quietly not far away. The smile tugged deeper at his lips. “You know my terms, Alexander. You always have.”

Alexander followed his gaze. Danielle was looking down at her phone, idly scrolling, seemingly oblivious to the storm brewing around her.

He looked back at Nathan, a faint, almost imperceptible smile on his lips. “You ought to know by now—she’s not something to be bargained with.”