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.

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the side table, the deep crimson liquid glistening under the dim lights. She twirled the wine glass

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

was calm and indifferent as she gently placed the glass on the table beside her after taking a sip of

he settled down beside her on the couch, his gaze never leaving Vera’s face. To the untrained eye, she

in her expression, the telltale signs of turmoil lurking beneath her cool

find out anything?" she asked

but there are things that aren’t entirely clear. Still, we can’t afford to overlook

the wine in one fluid motion, her

tone was icy, his frustration barely

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

warning as his sharp tone sliced through the thick, intoxicating

surfaces, casting a soft glow over Vera’s poised figure. She let out a soft chuckle, the corners of her lips lifting in an unreadable smirk as she poured herself another glass of

slow, deliberate sip. "What else am I supposed to

by the indifferent mask she wore. To everyone else, Vera Louis was an untouchable force—calm, calculating, and

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

think everything is a mess?" he muttered, stepping closer. "Drowning your thoughts in wine instead of dealing with issues

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

only one who has come to understand her, his the

there was no humor

thin folder from inside his jacket.

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