The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 407

She looked up.

Two people were walking side by side, unusually close, their body language and expressions radiating intimacy.

Danielle glanced over, then coolly turned her gaze away, pretending not to notice.

Alexander had turned down Millie’s offer to organize The Davidson Group’s anniversary gala.

With Millie’s temperament, she’d be at least a little annoyed by that.

Bringing her along to the resort for a vacation was his way of making it up to her.

He spoiled her so much, it wouldn’t be surprising if marriage was on the horizon.

Harold stood with his hands in his pockets, watching the pair approach.

He was the first to speak, greeting them with an easy smile.

“Mr. Davidson, are you here for a holiday with Miss Fletcher?”

Alexander stopped, looking over at Harold and Danielle.

Millie spotted Danielle and a faint, smug smile tugged at her lips.

Alexander always took her side whenever she clashed with Danielle, and between the two of them, she was the clear winner.

After all, Danielle had chased after Alexander for years and gotten nothing in return. Even after their divorce, she walked away empty-handed.

Meanwhile, no matter what Millie asked for, Alexander was happy to oblige.

All of Danielle’s years of effort didn’t match up to the two months since Millie had returned home.

“Mhm,” Alexander replied coolly. “I hear Mr. Chapman’s work keeps him busy—quite the wide range of business interests.”

“I heard Mr. Davidson is married,” Harold said, turning to Alexander. “And yet you’re here on holiday with a ‘sister.’ Isn’t your wife bothered by that?”

He asked it so casually, as if it were just friendly small talk.

Millie’s expression darkened for a split second before she caught herself. It was obvious now—Harold was no friend.

Every time they crossed paths, his words seemed to drip with thorns.

She crossed her arms, smiling smoothly. “My sister-in-law knows all about Alex and me. We grew up together. There’s nothing she’d object to.”

No matter who they ran into, the story had to be airtight. Their relationship was above reproach.

As she spoke, she shot Danielle a deliberate glance—a silent challenge.

It didn’t matter if Danielle wanted to reveal the truth about them; whether people saw her as just a friend or as Mrs. Davidson, it made no difference anymore.