Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 291: And tonight....

~Night~

Davis ended the call, a sigh escaping his lips. His gaze lingered longer on her photo on the screen, his hand pausing slightly on her cheek.

Quietly, he dialed another number. After a few rings, a voice filtered through. "Davis?"

"Richard, I need your help concerning her."

Richard stiffened, his gaze sweeping the area. Noticing no one nearby, he sighed in relief.

"She came to the meeting alone?" His voice was low.

"I suspect so," Richard answered.

"No need to suspect. It’s a fact. I called her guard and discovered they never knew when she left the house," he reported helplessly.

He had called several times, but when she didn’t pick up, he was left with no other option than to contact her guards—who turned out to be unaware of her departure, as her usual car was still at home.

Davis did some deduction and arrived at one conclusion—she had gone out with another car.

Recalling she had mentioned checking out the venue, he concluded that Richard, being her manager, must be present.

"That’s how she is. She usually walks alone, and the guards stay at a distance since she doesn’t like having them around her," he explained.

Davis sighed. "Please take her home yourself. She shouldn’t be driving at this time. I’ve already sent her guards to her location."

"Is she aware?"

"No, and she doesn’t have to be. I just don’t want to risk anything going wrong with her," he replied.

Though he hadn’t entered this marriage willingly, now he wouldn’t want to lose it. Her presence had always been the force that kept him going.

"Alright," Richard answered, followed by a beep tone. After the call, Davis took a deep breath, relieved.

A glass of brandy in his hand, he slowly swirled the cup, his cold gaze fixed on the swirling drink, his mind spinning with thoughts. This night was sure to be restless.

Seated at the far end of the club, away from prying eyes, his countenance was cold, his aura domineering—keeping people several feet away. His wheelchair was nowhere in sight as he casually watched the activities around him.

was more concerned with getting this game rolling. A figure emerged from the shadows

same as the information you got," the subordinate

"Alright," he said.

stood and walked away, leaving his subordinate dumbfounded—wondering where he was headed and what he was planning to do. The next minute, his eyes widened in trepidation as he watched Davis moving toward the

hall. He rubbed his eyes, anxious to find out what would happen—but the door slowly opened and

halls in Country Y. Access came only with a certain membership level or the ability

a high price. But in

fear, he didn’t notice—he

a while and made a decision: inform Ethan, increase security details. At most, it would be a

the underground casino, the heavy steel door thudding shut behind him like a judge’s gavel sealing fate. Dim lights flickered above, casting elongated shadows on cracked

his coat pockets with an

through the hall. Dice stopped mid-roll. Chips froze

began to advance, peeled away

you?" one asked coldly, muscles rippling beneath a

replied with a smirk that was

stirred. The name rang, but didn’t

with a slicked-back ponytail and a scar that ran from ear to jaw, froze, Sharp eyes, salt-and-pepper beard, and a face carved from years of sin and survival. His cold stare

snapped toward Davis, inspecting

widening. "Spectrum, you’re not that old—don’t

cracked, the room bristling with tension.

his slow, measured steps as he approached

stood still,

hand, His

huh?" he repeated, now standing inches from Davis, eyes studying every line of

flicked over the

eyes glinting with amusement. "I doubt we’ve met... but then, why the

cards?" Davis asked

A long pause.

Then a grin. "Deal."

table was cleared. Onlookers gathered, hungry for blood or brilliance. In

the deck. Cards whispered against felt as

forward,

"High stakes?" he said.

Davis nodded. "Any time."