Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 122: I will look into the matter

~At Another Side~

Desmond drove out of the Allen Group headquarters immediately after the press conference, his heart racing with expectation and joy of a won battle.

His head resting on the headrest, he closed his eyes for a brief rest, the planning and execution of the press conference had drained every ounce of strength from his body.

But then he needed to retrieve this crucial file from home and his mind was preoccupied with it.

Finally, today will be his crowning moment—the day he will be officially assuming the title of CEO. Elder Allen would finally step down, the transition would be complete, and Davis... finally was out of the picture. He mused.

He is really grateful and thankful for whoever had orchestrated Davis’s disappearance because, without that nuisance, his rise to power had been smooth. At least, there is no unnecessary drama.

The silence in the car was disrupted by the sudden, incessant ringing of his phone. His temples throbbed as the sound drilled into his head.

Desmond sighed heavily, he rubbed his throbbing temple in frustration. He had left a strict instruction with his new assistant—the one who had replaced Ethan to handle all company matters. Why was he being disturbed now?

Vera had also stayed back at the company, overseeing matters in line with their agreement they reached before she stepped into the Pres conference. There shouldn’t have been any issues urgent enough to warrant this call.

With an irritated grunt, he slid the phone out of his suit jacket. His fingers moved across the screen with a practiced swipe. Before he could even utter a greeting, his assistant’s anxious voice spilled through the speaker, breathless and tinged with panic.

"Sir, we have a major crisis. The company has been sued for tax evasion ." He said almost breathless..

Desmond’s heart clenched. The words sent an icy chill down his spine, and for a moment, he forgot how to breathe. His lungs felt stripped of air.

"No..." he whispered hoarsely. "That’s impossible." He muttered to himself, his mind racing with unanswered questions.

He had always been careful and meticulous. The company’s tax reports had been handled discreetly. Internal and external auditors had never raised an issue. How could this happen and at this time?

be a setup but then Who? Who had dared

the phone as his assistant continued, "The news is everywhere, sir. The reports include detailed evidence of previous payments, alterations in

vision blurred

Exposed. Completely. Without mercy.

knew what this meant. There was no covering this

call. But just as he pulled the phone away from his ear, another

His father.

been waiting. He had given him time to end the previous call before

he did, Elder Allen’s voice, cold and controlled, sliced through the

do you mean

his pulse hammering in his

Allen Group stooped so low that it cannot

settled heavily in his chest. He opened his mouth, but no words came out. He had been prepared for resistance, for questioning, but the sheer authority in Elder Allen’s voice left no

his teeth, forcing

matter." His voice was steady, but inside, he

You were so eager to seize power, but you forgot that power demands responsibility. Now, tell me the truth—just how deep are we

His father knew. He always did. But

It was the only answer

went silent for a moment, but

laced

But before

News: The Allen Group Under Investigation

the media. Financial records, falsified documents, staff testimonies—evidence

How? Who?

around the phone so tightly his