The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 877

It was his responsibility, and it was a promise he’d made to his grandparents.

Nathan watched him leave, the smile on his face slowly fading into a dark scowl. He called out to Alexander’s retreating back, “Alex, is that all you have to say? Aren’t you the least bit curious about what happened to Danielle?”

Alexander’s footsteps faltered for a moment, but he didn’t turn around. “I don’t want to know,” he said flatly.

He strode out of the conference room, leaving Nathan standing alone, his face a mask of fury.

Outside The Davidson Group tower, Alexander looked up at the sky. The sun was bright, but its light couldn’t penetrate the darkness in his heart. He took out his phone and called Nash. “Any news on Danielle’s location?”

“Not yet, Mr. Davidson,” Nash’s voice was apologetic. “We’ve looked into every possible lead, but there’s no trace of Miss Crawford or Mr. Atwood. However, we did discover that Nathan liquidated a large, untraceable sum of money just before she disappeared. We don’t know where it went.”

“Keep digging,” Alexander’s voice was cold and hard. “I don’t care what it takes. Find out where that money went. It could be connected to Danielle’s disappearance. And keep a close watch on Nathan. I want a report on his every move.”

“Yes, Mr. Davidson.”

After hanging up, Alexander got into his car and headed for the hotel. He couldn’t go home; both the manor and his villa were likely being watched by Nathan. The hotel was the only relatively safe place. He needed somewhere quiet to piece together the clues and plan Danielle’s rescue.

Back in his room, he set his suitcase aside and went to the window, staring down at the endless stream of traffic below. He replayed every detail of Danielle’s disappearance in his mind. She was on a field assignment in a remote forest. How did Nathan know her location? What was that strange scent the search team mentioned? And where was River Atwood?

He took out a piece of paper and wrote down every question, every clue, trying to find a connection.

Hanging up, Alexander leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes.

***

The air in the hotel room was heavy and suffocating.

Alexander sat in silence for a long time, his eyes fixed on the scattered notes on the paper. He tapped a pen against the desk, his mind sifting through every memory, every interaction he’d ever had with Nathan.

Just then, a sharp knock—*knock, knock, knock*—broke the silence.