Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 303

Chapter 303: You are sitting in the wrong seat...

Dressed in a sharp black suit with a silver tie, and a brown wool coat draped elegantly over his broad shoulders, Davis Allen exuded an aura of quiet dominance.

His presence wasn’t loud—it was commanding. Each step he took was strong, deliberate, and unapologetically graceful, sending a ripple through the growing crowd outside the Allen Group headquarters.

His long, measured strides and godlike features turned heads. The morning sun caught in his chiseled jawline, illuminating the piercing steel of his cold eyes—unreadable, yet arresting.

His aura was icy and intimidating, but captivating in a way that made people instinctively stand straighter and move aside.

Gasps and hushed voices trailed in his arrival.

"Wahoo! He is really the proud son of heaven."

"I thought it was the crippled Allen heir."

"If he’s the Allen grandson, why is he walking?

"Wasn’t he paralyzed after the accident?"

"Didn’t his fiancée leave him for another man?"

"Hasn’t he been relegated to the background since the accident and never taken part in the Allen family affairs?

"Wasn’t there a report that he’d willingly given up his position?"

"I heard he is no longer the favoured son of the old man and was forced to."

"It is not surprising, that is always the attitude of the rich families."

"I heard he willingly stepped down from his position. No way this man before us is him."

Despite the murmurs around him, Davis stood tall. His coat rippled slightly in the morning breeze.

He looked up at the towering Allen Group building—the embodiment of his parents’ sweat and blood, carried forward by his own effort.

took a deep breath and

all wrong. He is the

a grainy photo of Davis, seated in a wheelchair at the

A heavy silence fell.

the man before them, then at the photo, then back again. The

a second, everything

his movements fluid and confident. There was no trace of injury,

Shadow Team, cloaked in black suits, their expressions unreadable and aura—a clear

was every inch the Allen family heir;

the entrance

peered out from the glass walls of the lobby. Some adjusting their ties, others holding

didn’t slow down.

step calculated and controlled. Behind him, shocked whispers

"He’s walking without help."

supposed to be stepping

had already

say he was incapable of taking

Desmond was officially taking the reins

"Was the news fake?"

one had answers. Only stunned silence followed as Davis stepped into the company’s

whispers. Shocked gasps as realization dawned. Cameras clicked

Ethan said in a low voice as they neared the reception, "shouldn’t we

The main entrance was for staff and visitors—not for the chairman’s heir and president of the

the arrival," he said quietly, with

wanted the

the once-frail Davis of the tabloids, he was already striding toward the general elevator. Heads turned, mouths hung slightly open

inside

Ethan stood beside him. Silence filled the space, accompanied

ding, the elevator announced its arrival. Whispers and arguments filtered through the slightly

voice echoed from inside, quieting the room. "Since we’re all here, there’s no need to wait anymore. We

Davis entered the conference room. A stunned silence

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