Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 120: A vendetta?

"Clues," she murmured, her tone thoughtful. "And answers to a few questions."

Davis nodded, his interest piqued as he turned back to the screen, waiting to see what she would uncover.

Jessica’s eyes remained fixed on the television screen, watching as the attendees of the press conference trickled out in twos and threes, their conversations lively with chatter and laughter.

Some paparazzi rushed to upload the conference’s outcome onto their websites—it was always a race, as the first to break the news would draw the largest audience. Others, determined to catch any lingering drama, remained at the venue, their cameras still rolling.

Davis sat silently beside Jessica, his gaze never leaving the screen. He had no idea what she was searching for, nor the parameters she was using to filter through the sea of faces, but he stayed, choosing to accompany her rather than let curiosity gnaw at him. Besides, he preferred being by her side while waiting for Richard’s response.

"Maybe making this even messier wouldn’t be such a bad idea," he mused internally, a smirk playing on his lips.

Just then, Jessica’s sharp voice cut through the silence. "Yes! There it is."

Davis snapped back to attention, his thoughts pushed aside. He turned to her, watching as she abruptly paused the screen, her focus locked on the image before her. Without a word, she stretched out her hand toward him. Davis swiftly unlocked his phone and handed it to her.

She wasted no time, capturing a snapshot of the paused frame.

Davis frowned, baffled. "What clue did you find in this sea of people?" he asked, scrutinizing the screen for anything out of place.

He had been trying to wrap his head around her determination to sift through a staged press conference for clues. Even more, he wondered how she could possibly identify one when she saw it.

her seat, satisfaction gleaming in her eyes. At last, she had something—a link, a

smirk. "A

for her brilliance but stopped short, remembering how Davis would tease her for

person?" Davis echoed, his

though a part of him wished he could just pull her onto

the laptop Davis had

toward the laptop. "Take a look at these people and tell me what you see," she said, her tone carrying the air of a guide

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His sharp gaze swept over the screen, scanning each face. Then, his

observant, caught the subtle shift. "Did you

think so,"

concealed behind a hall pillar, positioned just out of the audience’s view when the

conference, he had subtly turned and

was calm but firm. "What do you think

assistant, or the instigator," Davis replied, his skepticism barely

that turned millions into billions. But

fixed on the

true instigator wouldn’t need to be here to monitor the proceedings, but that doesn’t mean someone

"So, what are you thinking?"

the screen as she replied, "I’m thinking we should keep an eye on this