The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 1141

Once breakfast was ready and served, Niki ate while sneaking glances at Alexander. To her, this all felt a bit too dreamlike. Her father was really here. The moment she had longed for seemed to have finally come true.

Did this mean she wouldn't have to wait endlessly for his replies anymore? Did this mean her dad truly liked her now? Niki kept these thoughts to herself, simply eating her food obediently.

Just then, Alexander's phone buzzed with a notification. It was an email from Lorie. [I have evidence that can ruin Danielle in this industry.] Alexander's gaze hardened instantly. With a flick of his thumb, he opened the attached file.

Inside were several pieces of so-called "evidence"—forged bank transfer records, detailing payments Danielle had allegedly made to bribe a judge during the competition years ago. There were also several selectively edited chat logs, designed to look like conversations where Danielle was plotting how to buy off judges and frame Millie. There was even a supposed witness statement, signed by a staff member from the original competition, directly accusing Danielle of cheating to win.

A cold, contemptuous smile touched Alexander's lips. He knew Lorie's methods all too well. Vincent had spent years at the top, and his greatest skill was twisting the truth and framing others. Lorie, having grown up under his influence, had learned the playbook by heart.

To turn white into black, all you needed was a bit of maneuvering, a few people bought off to provide false testimony. Add some seemingly flawless fabricated evidence, and you could tarnish someone's reputation irreparably. By digging up this old history, Lorie was clearly trying to destroy Danielle's reputation. In the aerospace field, academic fraud was a fatal stain. If the accusation stuck, Danielle's career would indeed be over.

Danielle picked up the phone. As her finger swiped across the screen and she read the contents of Lorie's file, her brow furrowed and her expression hardened. The forged transfer records were meticulously done, even noting specific times and amounts that coincided with the competition's judging period.

The tone in the chat logs mimicked her usual style so well that if she didn't know the truth herself, she might have been fooled. And the so-called "witness statement," while full of holes, was convincing enough to mislead anyone who didn't know the facts. "Absolutely vile," Danielle said, placing the phone on the table. Her voice was icy, a sharp glint in her eyes.