The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 412

There are shortcuts in life—if you find one, you take it.

The only difference is that everyone’s striving toward their own goal.

Still, even if that was the way of the world, even if the logic made sense, Liam couldn’t bring himself to respect Danielle.

He’d seen far too many women who clawed their way up by attaching themselves to men. That kind of woman was the lowest of the low—utterly contemptible.

In their social circle, women like that were beneath notice.

Women with no talent of their own, relying solely on some man’s favor.

Liam set his coffee down and looked at Millie. “Let’s not waste time talking about that dreary woman. She’s no threat to you, anyway.”

“Our project is about to launch, and the investor meeting is just days away. We should focus on our company’s future.”

Liam actually enjoyed working with Millie.

Partnering with a woman like her made things easier—she was capable, efficient, and spared him a fair amount of trouble.

Millie lowered her gaze, absently stirring her coffee with the spoon.

“It’s great that the project’s about to finish,” she sighed, “but I’m worried about my mother’s company.” She drew a deep breath. “Once everything’s done, I’ll need to pay more attention to the Fletcher family business. After all, that’s our legacy.”

Right now, Vivian had joined forces with Caleb Northrop.

It was practically an impenetrable fortress—no other company could break through.

She would have to come up with a plan.

Once her project launched successfully, Caleb, being a businessman, wouldn’t be able to ignore her.

Liam said, “When it comes to business rivalries, you should talk to Alex. He’s got the experience.”

Millie nodded. “I will.”

She stood, smiling. “It’s getting late. Let’s head back. If Alex is done with work, we’ll grab dinner together.”

Liam narrowed his eyes and then let out a cold, mocking laugh. “Who knows what they were really up to in the woods? From a distance, they look like the picture of romance.”

Millie smirked but said nothing, striding purposefully toward the main doors.

Danielle spotted them as she came back, frowned, and deliberately looked away, grabbing her things and hurrying inside.

As she passed the fountain, Millie brushed right by her.

Suddenly, Danielle felt something trip her up. With the heavy equipment in her hands, she couldn’t catch herself and toppled headlong toward the fountain.

With a splash, she landed in the water.

Millie’s eyes were icy as she feigned surprise. “Are you okay?!”

Danielle couldn’t swim, and the shock sent her flailing in panic.

Harold saw what happened, shrugged off his jacket, and jumped into the fountain to pull Danielle out—