Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 298: What’s the problem?

Hearing the question, the voice at the other end of the line paused briefly.

"What happened?" Richard asked, his voice tight with anxiety as it filtered through the phone’s speaker.

Davis frowned slightly. "She was attacked," he said, his voice controlled, revealing nothing.

A sharp gasp broke through the line. Davis could already picture Richard’s expression—shock-stricken, pale, a hand probably pressed to his forehead.

"Impossible... Impossible!" Richard murmured repeatedly, as if trying to reject the news by sheer will.

Davis waited, calm but alert. Their paths had become intertwined through the same woman, and over time, Davis had come to regard Richard with the cautious but sincere respect one reserves for a brother.

"What exactly happened?" Davis asked, his voice steady but low with intensity. His mind was already set. He would get to the bottom of this. Whoever had a hand in it, no matter how deeply buried—would be brought into the light.

Richard took a deep breath. "Is she okay?" he asked, trying to compose himself. His voice was firm, but Davis could hear the strain beneath.

Richard couldn’t afford to raise suspicion. Tension between them could fracture the fragile balance they shared. Besides, being a man with his feelings, he couldn’t afford them having a rift when they are clearly bound by her.

"She’s okay for now," Davis replied coldly. "But that doesn’t mean she’s safe. Someone planned this. And I intend to find out who."

Richard exhaled slowly. "Alright. I’ll investigate from this end too," he said. Then, after a moment’s pause, he began narrating his account.

After his earlier conversation with Davis, Richard had ended the call and rushed out of the suite. He took the elevator, but a mechanical malfunction caused a ten-minute delay before it resumed its descent.

By the time he exited, she was gone. No trace. No clue. No sign of struggle. Just silence.

He had called her number, hoping to update her and take her home, but she declined the call—something she only did when she was truly occupied or didn’t want to talk.

Hearing this, Davis’s brow furrowed. "It sounds... premeditated," he murmured, a knowing smirk curling at the edge of his lips.

Richard sighed. "I thought the same. Someone’s watching her. Tracking her. But who?"

finally said. "I’ll pursue things from my end and if you get a

here," Richard responded, and

he twirled a pen between his fingers. His mind was racing, threading through

minutes. All communication lines to her and the villa

eyes, sharp with

Desmond’s doing," he muttered, rubbing his temple. "This

tapped softly at

"Come in," Davis called.

silent and observant. He took a deep

him. "Aren’t

"Did you look

bit of progress so far. But we’ll

Davis nodded in agreement.

pulling out a black chip about the

took the item, brows furrowed. He narrowed his

jammer?" he

you

"In the utility room."

Davis repeated, a thought flickering in his

on the desk. "Even the CCTV might

agreed. Otherwise, why haven’t they noticed

inside’s been bought," he stated. Ethan

managed to dig up something else too," Ethan

clear photographs—Desmond, meeting with unknown individuals in various

he’s planning,

phone and dialed a number.

look into something

~Few hours later~