Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 239: Saving my wife’s vision...

The atmosphere was tense and the air was thick with unease. Davis, on his wheelchair sat still, fists clenching and unclenching in rhythmic tension as the murmurs around the gala grew louder.

Every passing second heightened the pressure. Time was slipping, and he had to fix this mess before it spiraled further.

The online scandal had cast a long, dark shadow over what was meant to be a triumphant night.

With none of his team present and no solid evidence to refute the damaging narrative spreading online, there was no clear way to contain the growing unease at the gala.

A temporary solution had to be enacted fast and damage control was all he could think of now.

He exhaled slowly, pressing his fingers against his temples. The throbbing there mirrored the urgency pulsing through his mind.

"Call the manager over," he said coldly, the authority in his voice slicing through the panic. "He’s got a role to play if we’re going to buy some time."

In the past, Davis would have chosen silence, would have retreated into the shadows, wallowing in self-pity, letting fate roll over him and letting the world move on without him.

But tonight was different. He thought of her—of all she’d sacrificed to make this evening a reality.

He couldn’t afford to falter now. Not when someone was hell bent on ruining everything she’d built.

He could no longer afford to stay on the sidelines and let that effort go to waste.

He would’ve preferred to rise on his own two feet and step into the fire and reclaim control right here and now but her warning echoed in his mind: Lie low. Don’t alert the enemy. To her, caution was strength. She’d always favored strategy over showdowns.

He glanced toward Ethan,a glint of resolve in his eyes . "Get me a mask. If investors are backing out, then I’ll be the one investor bold enough to make them rethink, to pull them back in "

mask? What exactly are you planning

and handed him the item. A sleek,

took the mask Ethan had already pulled out without hesitation. While he carefully and lazily slid it on,

a mask? Why? Who brings a mask to

"Call it foresight. Someone planned ahead." Davis smiled

leaving part of his

cold, commanding aura of a CEO—one that intrigued and intimidated. He no longer

of what Davis was doing dawned on

comeback. Of course. This was Davis. He never showed all

Stan, arrived shortly after, breathless and visibly rattled. Sweat glistened on his forehead; his hands trembled at

last week was nowhere

was spiraling and with Jessica nowhere in sight, dread pooled in his stomach. She was the mind behind every detail of this launch. If she was

him was no longer calm, he was afraid this might

this company roots itself in Noveria or

soldier before a general. "Yes, sir. I

Acknowledge the news without confirming anything. Apologize if necessary. Ask for their patience—tell them a full report will be given by tomorrow morning. We need to stall just long enough to

bow, the manager

and respectful address. He appealed for understanding and cooperation, promising clarity by

with Ethan through a side entrance which they had entered from. It was time for his true

pulled up at the main entrance. All chatter ceased. The photographers froze, their

turned to the luxurious

the SUV following behind, one retrieving a sleek wheelchair while the others formed a protective ring. Shielded from view, Davis was helped

sharp suit, his masked expression unreadable, he was the embodiment of power. Guests craned their necks