The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 1095

A scale model of the 07 fighter jet sat in the most prominent spot, its streamlined fuselage drawing crowds of onlookers who murmured about its supposed technological breakthroughs. Few knew that the real core technology wasn't on display at all. It was locked away and heavily guarded in a control room backstage, monitored 24/7 by a team of specialists. Every data set, every schematic, was a state secret that could not be compromised.

Danielle sat on a sofa in a corner of the hall, her fingers unconsciously tracing the condensation on her water glass, but her eyes were sharp, scanning every corner of the room. Soft music signaled the intermission, and the crowd broke into smaller groups to chat or tour the exhibits, creating a lively scene. But to Danielle, beneath this bustling facade, a dangerous undercurrent was already swirling.

Gian sat beside her, his posture relaxed, but his eyes were just as vigilant. Neither of them spoke. They simply watched, like two predators lying in wait for their prey to make a mistake.

Soon, Danielle’s gaze locked onto a figure: Harold's assistant. The man, dressed in a black suit and gold-rimmed glasses, began walking casually toward the backstage area, but his pace held a subtle, nervous haste. He didn't greet anyone, heading straight down the corridor and disappearing through the backstage entrance.

At almost the exact same moment, Jake walked up to Alexander. The two of them stood in a quiet corner of the exhibition hall, talking. Jake seemed agitated, gesturing emphatically with his hands, while Alexander remained impassive, offering only occasional, curt nods. Danielle could see clearly that Jake had positioned his body to subtly block Alexander's path, deliberately keeping him in place.

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