Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 121: Grateful you came along

Davis and Jessica refocused their thoughts, their gazes locked onto the screen as they attempted to analyze the man who had slipped away thinking he was unnoticed—unaware that a camera had inadvertently captured his image.

Jessica wasted no time. She swiftly drafted an enhanced version of the image, preparing it for potential tracing and identification. As they worked, exchanging thoughts in hushed tones, the sudden surge of noise from the television caught their attention.

In front of the Allen Group’s headquarters, a swarm of reporters had gathered, their cameras raised high, microphones pointed eagerly toward the entrance. The once-thinning crowd had doubled in size, as journalists who had lingered after the press conference quickly joined the commotion.

It was as though, with a single beckoning wave, every reporter in the city had converged on the scene.

Jessica lightly shook her head. She had been there when Davis was issuing the instructions which states "Immediately after the press conference".

But she never expected Richard to move this fast. It seems he is getting better and better by the day. Her gaze sharpened as she watched the broadcast to see what he had worked out.

Then, the breaking news hit. "Allen Group evade tax, under pays their staff for the past eight months"

This single report sent shockwaves through the country that within minutes, social media and news channels were flooded with it. Each giving its own headings to attract more audience.

"Evasion of tax —Allen Group fall short"

"Staff underpaid and taxes not paid since its new regime."

"Bad leadership—Desmond Allen not fit to lead the Allen Group."

The Allen Group, the largest conglomerate in the country, had allegedly been evading taxes ever since Desmond Allen took over following Davis’s

the room. A slow, amused smile curled at Davis’s

on the television screen as the

turned to him. "Davis Allen, do you even realize what

play, didn’t you? Well, here I am." He leaned back, his fingers drumming lightly against the armrest. "Besides, I’m simply correcting an anomaly. If Desmond’s actions have left a

her mouth to respond, but before she could, the phone in her hand buzzed. Richard was calling. She quickly picked up

voice filtered through

toward Davis, half-expecting him to reconsider. Instead, his smirk

his voice steady and laced with amusement.

just playing—it was war. She gulped unconsciously. Making it messier meant one thing the

call ended. At that moment, Davis’s eyes turned cold, glazing over like frost. "You know, I’ve been thinking... It

distant, lost in thought. His eyes, usually sharp and calculating, now carried a depth of contemplation—like a man retracing the past,

His expression, though composed, held an underlying weight

tone both gentle

of living with

of the Allen Group—looked unshakable on the surface, but beneath that formidable exterior was a man who felt deeply. He loved with intensity and

my uncle, I would still be sitting in that dark

small, knowing smile as she met his gaze, her eyes unwavering. "So?" she repeated, urging him to

he is able to heal his broken heart and speaking

of contemplation and