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?"

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

here," Richard responded, and the call

back in his chair, eyes closed for a moment as he twirled a pen between his fingers. His mind was racing,

incident. Her vanishing in ten minutes. All

his eyes, sharp

doing," he muttered, rubbing his temple. "This

softly at

"Come in," Davis called.

and observant. He took a deep

him. "Aren’t you

"Did you

"Just a bit of progress so

Davis nodded in agreement.

said, pulling out a black chip about the size of a

He narrowed his eyes as he examined

he said with a

did you

"In the utility room."

Davis repeated, a thought flickering in his mind, a cold realization passing

the jammer on the desk. "Even the

why haven’t they noticed

he stated. Ethan

up something else too,"

clear photographs—Desmond, meeting with unknown individuals in various

murmured. "Whatever he’s planning, he’s

his phone and dialed a number. After brief pleasantries,

look into something urgently. I’ll send you

~Few hours later~