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.

a deep breath and made a silent

wrong. He is the

with his phone held up—on the screen, a grainy photo of Davis, seated in a wheelchair at the airport upon his return

A heavy silence fell.

before them, then at the photo, then back again. The resemblance was undeniable—but

a second, everything

stepped forward, his movements fluid and confident. There was no trace

cloaked in black suits, their expressions

glance at Davis testifies he was every inch the Allen family heir; reborn, imposing and

at the

commotion and peered out from the glass walls of the

didn’t slow down.

building, every step calculated and controlled. Behind

"He’s walking without help."

to

had already

say he

thought Desmond was officially taking

"Was the news fake?"

followed as Davis

Cameras clicked rapidly behind him as he approached the

Ethan said in a low voice as they

the chairman’s heir and president of the Group. But Davis only offered a faint

he said quietly, with a glint in

wanted the world to

murmuring crowd began comparing the man before them to the once-frail Davis of the tabloids, he was already striding toward the

inside

deep breath. Ethan stood beside him. Silence filled the space, accompanied by the soft hum of the elevator as it

elevator announced its arrival. Whispers and

no need to

the conference room. A stunned silence fell over the space.

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