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?"

needed to hear what happened," he finally said. "I’ll pursue

responded, and the call

moment as he twirled a pen between his

vanishing in ten minutes. All communication lines to

opened his eyes,

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

tapped softly

"Come in," Davis called.

stepped into the study, silent and observant. He took a deep breath and

glanced toward him.

"Did you look

of progress so far. But we’ll have

Davis nodded in agreement.

black chip about the size of a phone and

furrowed. He narrowed his

he said with

you find

"In the utility room."

flickering in

"Even the CCTV might have been affected,"

haven’t they noticed any

the inside’s been bought," he stated. Ethan

else

photographs—Desmond, meeting with unknown individuals in various settings. Dimly lit rooms. Private

planning, he’s making

and dialed a number. After brief pleasantries,

look into something urgently. I’ll send you the

~Few hours later~