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.

breath and made a silent promise to

wrong. He is the Allen

turned to see a man pushing through with his phone held up—on the screen, a grainy photo of

A heavy silence fell.

man before them, then at the photo,

second,

and confident. There was no trace of injury, no hint of

elusive Shadow Team, cloaked in black suits, their

glance at Davis testifies he was every inch the Allen

the entrance

walls of the lobby. Some adjusting their ties, others holding their

slow down.

and controlled. Behind him,

"He’s walking without help."

to

had already

the press say he was incapable of

officially taking

"Was the news fake?"

one had answers. Only stunned silence followed as Davis

whispers. Shocked gasps as realization dawned. Cameras

voice as they neared

visitors—not for the

quietly, with a glint in

the

of the tabloids, he was already striding toward the general elevator. Heads turned, mouths hung slightly

inside leaving them

him. Silence filled the space, accompanied by the soft hum of the elevator as it ascended to the top floor—"the

Whispers and arguments filtered through the slightly

room. "Since we’re all here, there’s no need to wait anymore. We

A stunned silence fell over

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