The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 906

The pen in Alexander's hand stopped abruptly, leaving a long ink streak across the document. He looked up. "What did you say? Danielle is working with Harold?"

"Yes," Nash confirmed, handing him the report. "This project is being pushed by the top brass. As the lead technical expert, Miss Crawford has to work directly with Harold. Moreover, the data from the last field test in the forest was a resounding success, so the project is a high priority for them."

Alexander took the report and scanned it, his expression growing darker with every page.

"Nash, I want you to immediately investigate the specifics of this project," Alexander ordered. "Find out if there's any way to get Danielle removed from it."

Seeing Alexander's urgency, Nash sighed internally. "Mr. Davidson, this is a top-level initiative, and Miss Crawford is the core expert. Getting her off the project won't be easy."

Alexander's brow furrowed. "I don't care how difficult it is. Try. Also, keep a close watch on Harold's every move, especially when he's with Danielle. Report anything unusual to me immediately."

"Yes, Mr. Davidson." Nash nodded and left the office.

Alexander picked up his phone, wanting to call Danielle and warn her to be careful around Harold. But his thumb hovered over the call button for a long time before he finally put the phone down. He remembered her resolute expression last night and his own words telling her to stay out of his family's business.

How could he now turn around and interfere with her work? It would only make her resent him more, pushing her further away. He was trapped, unsure how to protect her from Harold without hurting her himself.

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"How can I not worry?" he shot back, his voice strained.

A tense silence hung between them for a long moment.

Finally, Danielle's voice, cool as ice, came through the phone. "Since you told me not to meddle in your family's affairs, then please, do not meddle in mine. Control yourself."

Before he could respond, a sharp click echoed in his ear. She had hung up.

Alexander stood frozen, the phone still pressed to his ear, a sharp, twisting pain seizing his heart. He remained motionless by the floor-to-ceiling window in his office until the screen went dark, reflecting the desolation in his eyes. Only then did he slowly slide the phone back into his pocket.