The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 527

He really didn’t know much about the Davidsons.

Most of his energy was poured into his work, and he rarely spent time with them.

“Mr. Chapman, are you really that interested in other people’s family drama?” Keegan’s tone was cool and detached. “Now that she and Alexander are divorced, she’s hardly family anymore.”

Harold nodded thoughtfully, saying nothing more.

The two of them went their separate ways.

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Meanwhile.

Millie and Alexander arrived in Emberwick.

Millie slipped away to her hotel room and called her mother.

“This competition is critical. Are you absolutely confident? Has Alex paved the way for you? You need to make sure of these things.”

Millie listened, frowning slightly, uncertainty gnawing at her.

On the surface, Alexander had been pulling strings for her—facilitating partnerships, expanding her network. The company’s prospects were indeed looking brighter.

Some deals had brought in decent returns, but they were all long-term investments.

Overall, the company was still operating at a loss.

The financial statements looked better, sure, but that only temporarily eased the pressure of the enormous debt.

After all, the money was owed to the Davidson Group, not just Alexander personally.

Alexander handled her company’s affairs with painstaking diligence, always willing to help with anything.

But when it came to this competition, he wouldn’t say a word.

On the other end, Leanne drew a deep breath.

“For this upcoming European International, I have some contacts on the judging panel,” she said. “A few of them are key decision-makers. I’ll send you their information. Invite them to dinner, see what you can find out.”

Millie hesitated, uncertain. “But isn’t this supposed to be a fair competition? What good would that do?”

Leanne replied, “Nothing in this world is ever truly useless. As long as people are involved, it always comes down to human nature. If you can read people, you can get anything you want.”

“Alexander clearly likes you and has helped us a lot, no one can deny that. But he still hasn’t been honest with you, and he’s never said he wants to marry you, has he? Are you really willing to trust him so blindly?”

Millie paused, her grip tightening on the phone.

“This is your one chance to turn things around—on your own, without a man’s help.”

“If you keep relying on him, your fate will always be tied to his. If he rises, you rise; if he falls, you fall. I want you to think long and hard about this before you make up your mind.”