The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 1158

Facing the undivided attention of the entire room, Alexander slowly rose to his feet. “Regarding Brampton’s investment program,” he began, his voice calm and even, “I sent my COO, Nash Langley, there on a business trip a few days ago to conduct a preliminary assessment.” That single sentence silenced the murmurs in the hall.

A wave of disbelief washed over the audience. Nash was NextCore’s COO, a sharp and capable executive, Alexander’s most trusted right-hand man. Sending Nash to personally investigate meant NextCore wasn’t caught off guard at all; they may have already had plans for Brampton. The smile on Mr. Sammie’s face froze. He clearly hadn't anticipated this response, and the follow-up attacks he had prepared were now useless.

He opened his mouth to say something more, but Alexander cut him off. “While Brampton’s economy is currently lagging, it has a unique geographical advantage near the border and boasts rich rare earth resources. This is strategically significant for our future research projects.”

Alexander’s gaze swept across the room. “Answering the nation’s call and helping to develop local economies is a corporation’s social responsibility. NextCore will formulate a practical investment plan based on our assessment, one that ensures our own sustainable growth while bringing tangible benefits to Brampton.” His words were flawless. He had affirmed his commitment, demonstrated long-term corporate vision, paid respect to the government leaders, and avoided being cornered.

A wave of enthusiastic applause erupted, and several government officials nodded in approval. The knot of anxiety in Danielle’s chest finally loosened. She looked at the composed man on stage with a flicker of admiration in her eyes. He was always like this—seemingly relaxed on the surface but always having laid the groundwork, able to handle any crisis with grace.

The simple reply was neither servile nor arrogant, and it cleverly turned the tables on Harold. If NextCore ever did ask for money, Harold would be trapped. Agreeing would cost him dearly; refusing would brand him as a man who doesn't keep his word. “You jest, Mr. Davidson,” Harold said smoothly, confident Alexander’s pride would never allow him to ask for help. “I always honor my commitments.”

Alexander didn't reply further, simply offering a slight nod before returning to his seat. As he sat, he gently brushed Danielle's wrist, giving her a reassuring look. Danielle smiled back, a world of understanding passing between them. The sudden ambush had ended in Alexander's complete victory.