Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 110: What did you find out?

As the phone beeped indicating the end of the call Desmond sighed deeply, his fingers tapping against the steering wheel as he slowly maneuvered through the morning traffic with a practiced ease and efficiency.

He had to return to the Allen Group—there were countless matters that needed his attention. Securing his position, transitioning from acting president to official president, was the first challenge awaiting him. It was a battle he had to win before he could even begin to focus on the old man handing over his shares.

But then, he wasn’t worried about the old man. Time was not on the elder’s side; his days were numbered.

He only needed to ensure that the butler continued administering the medication without suspicion.

Recalling how frail and weak the old man had looked that morning when he went to check on him, he was certain it wouldn’t be long now.

And now, with this mysterious man urging him to set his plan in motion to take over, it seemed as though fate itself was paving the way for his success.

His mind drifted back to the conversation he had just ended. Something felt off "how can one not see anything wrong and will not give a clear answer to questions" but rather response to his questions are vague which had never been his way of answering questions.

Also, the man’s tone was steady, almost too steady. The way he chose his words so carefully, as if each syllable had been rehearsed. It was unnatural—too calculated.

He narrowed his eyes, replaying the details in his head. Was it the urgency? The politeness? No, it was not but then it has happened, it had happened.

Desmond scoffed under his breath. Well, whatever it is, it shouldn’t concern me.

At the end of the day, all that mattered was his own gain. If the deal benefited him, he had no reason to question it. He had been waiting for an opportunity like this—a chance to solidify his power within the Allen Group, to take what he rightfully deserved.

His grip on the steering wheel tightened. No matter who was playing games behind the scenes, he would not let himself be outplayed and wouldn’t let himself be wronged.

high

bottle of red wine rested on the side table, the deep crimson liquid glistening under the dim lights. She twirled the wine glass in her hand absentmindedly, her gaze flickering to the clock at intervals, her

felt like an eternity, the heavy doors parted, and her

the glass on the table beside her

beside her on the couch, his gaze never leaving Vera’s face. To the untrained eye, she appeared unbothered—serene and

had long understood every subtle shift in her expression, the telltale signs of turmoil lurking beneath

you find out

but there are things that

wine in one fluid motion, her movements

drinking again?" Trevor’s tone was icy, his frustration

lips. "Isn’t that the best thing to do?" she murmured, her voice

Trevor rumbled, his voice edged with warning as his sharp tone sliced through the thick, intoxicating

figure. She let out a soft chuckle, the corners of her lips lifting in

before taking a slow, deliberate sip. "What else am I supposed to do when everything

to be fooled by the indifferent mask she wore. To everyone else, Vera Louis was an untouchable

person who could see past the façade. He could see the tension in the way her fingers curled around the stem of the wine glass, the

think everything is a mess?" he muttered, stepping closer. "Drowning your

set her glass down with an audible clink. Her gaze lingering on his worried face in a brief pause. She was never oblivious of Trevor’s thought and feeling for her but it just that she didn’t know how

person’s, he is the only one who has come to understand her, his

there was no humor in her voice.

of a second before pulling out a thin folder from inside his jacket. He placed it on

Desmond like you said and he reacted instinctively to it that made me have a strong conviction