The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 1359

So what if Harold Chapman had crashed and burned? The cards she held were enough to bring The Davidson Group to its knees.

Ella took a deep breath, forcing her surging rage back down.

She pulled her phone from her designer bag, dialed a contact named 'Shadow', and barked the moment the line connected, "I need intel. Immediately."

"What are we hunting, boss?" a gritty male voice rasped.

"Strip Ninesky Technologies down to the studs!"

Ella spat out the words through clenched teeth. "Financial records, vendor backgrounds, back-channel deals—I want every skeleton ripped out of their closet!"

"Legal or illegal, I want the complete dossier on my desk!"

The man on the other end hesitated. "Ninesky is untouchable right now. Gian Atwood runs a watertight operation. Digging into that..."

"I don't care!" Ella snapped. "Money is no object! I want results. You have three days to get me everything!"

She paused, dropping her voice to a lethal whisper. "And I want a deep dive on Danielle Crawford."

"I want her entire life mapped out. Family history, friends, exes, vulnerabilities, preferences, right down to her exact daily commute! Miss absolutely nothing!"

"Danielle?" the man sounded shocked. "Isn't she married to the CEO of The Davidson—"

"Shut up and do your job," Ella interrupted venomously. "Leave zero trace. Be a ghost."

"If Alexander Davidson or Gian Atwood sniffs you out, you know exactly what will happen."

After a few seconds of tense silence, the man relented. "Understood. Consider it done."

Ella ended the call abruptly, aggressively pushing her wild curls away from her face.

She had Alex figured out completely.

The only things he gave a damn about were Danielle and their daughter.

His weakness was public knowledge.

It was practically plastered on billboards.

She was eager to see if Alex's protection was truly bulletproof.

At 4:30 PM.

Danielle stood among the crowd of parents outside the bustling elementary school, a warm smile gracing her lips.

Niki's homeroom teacher had called the day before to praise her stellar behavior.

Thrilled, Danielle had slipped out of the office early to surprise her daughter at pickup.

The final bell rang.

Danielle instantly spotted Niki in the chaotic sea of students. She was wearing a pink dress, her hair in two bouncy pigtails, holding a tiny red paper star as she stood on her tiptoes scanning the crowd.

"Mommy!" Niki's eyes lit up the second she spotted Danielle. She slipped out of her teacher's grip and sprinted straight for her.

Danielle squatted down, opening her arms wide to catch the incoming missile. She squeezed Niki tight, planting a huge kiss on her cheek. "Were you a good girl today, Niki?"