Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 163: Acquiring the Brown Group.

While Jessica stealthily left the lounge, Desmond and George was unaware that their hope of a trip to the other world of lust and satisfaction had been destroyed.

Yet it doesn’t just end there but they had no idea that the lady in waiting was one they wished dead yet had no idea their conversation had been recorded verbatim with every word, and every greedy plan, captured perfectly by the hidden device Jessica had planted subtly.

Jessica moved swiftly through the hallway, her pace steady and composed. Reaching the door where Anna hid, she tapped lightly, several times.

Slowly, the door creaked open with a quiet hesitation. Anna stood there, eyes wide, as Jessica slipped in. Without a word, they exchanged clothes again. Jessica quickly reverted to herself.

Jessica quietly adjusted her wears and subtly signaled her to lead the way. Anna having served in the club for some months had gotten acquainted and familiar with the routes and paths in the club.

She led Jessica through the back exit, careful not to attract attention of the staff who are deeply engrossed in their activities. Once outside, a black car waited. Jessica pushed the door open and gestured toward the car. .

"You take her somewhere safe to change and rest. I have other things to handle," Jessica instructed sharply to the man waiting by the vehicle and spurned on her heel taking the path leading to the main entrance where there stood another vehicle waiting for her.

Anna looked at her, unsure whether to cry or to kneel in gratitude. She opened her mouth to speak, but Jessica had already turned away.

Sliding into another waiting car, she leaned back against the seat, silent and brooding. The driver waited patiently for her instructions. "There is a car coming from behind." He said with caution.

Jessica looked back and sighed at the sight of the familiar car as it approached them with a controlled speed. Her mind replaying every word she had heard. She had wanted to pause her intention in taking down the Brown family . At times, she had even thought of letting her father go, thinking maybe, just maybe, he’d change.

But tonight had erased all hope. It had rather given her a new resolve to rethink about her options and choices.

imagined her own father would go so far—not only for greed but to calculate and trade her like

she gave instructions into the small earpiece she wore, the car slowed down beside them and honked

took a deep breathe and glanced around to make sure

car began to move before she even got the door shut. Jessica felt the tension in

the storm brewing on his face. His jaw was tight, his face cold and his gaze into the distance. He didn’t

quietly. No response. His silence was a quiet, simmering anger filling every corner of the car. Jessica shrugged her shoulders,

But she wasn’t the type to wait in the corner while others fought her battles. She never had been and isn’t

road to their mansion, Jessica’ voice pierced through the silence. "I think you need to drop me off here. There’s

restrained. "Jessica, are you dumb, or are you just pretending to be?" he

but Jessica only gave a dry, bitter chuckle as she stared at him, her eyes blazing with anger. "You know," she said, her voice

just acting. What I do know is that I can’t sit still while my life burns down. I need to deal with my problems and deal with it personally." She retorted. Her voice

finding out that her

had thought maybe, deep down, her father was still human but then she had come to discover she has

number on her phone, issuing an unexpected instruction, her voice cold and icy. "Richard,

at her, surprised. But Jessica didn’t flinch. "Drop me

had not shown his agreement. His delay in response to her instruction pissed

the car!" Jessica

mirror, unsure of what to do. Jessica’s fists

finally spoke, his voice calm and steady. "Pull over.

the car by the roadside, and quietly