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.

deep breath and

He is

the screen, a grainy photo of Davis, seated

A heavy silence fell.

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

a second,

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

cloaked in

was every inch the Allen family heir; reborn,

guards at the

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

didn’t slow down. He didn’t

the building, every step calculated and controlled. Behind him, shocked whispers

"He’s walking without help."

supposed to be stepping

thought Desmond had

he was incapable of

was officially taking

"Was the news fake?"

stunned silence followed as Davis stepped

Cameras clicked rapidly

Ethan said in a low voice as they neared the

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

quietly, with a glint in his

the

man before them to the once-frail Davis of the tabloids, he was already striding toward the general elevator.

inside

accompanied by the soft hum of the elevator as

Whispers and arguments filtered through the slightly

the room. "Since we’re all here, there’s no

conference room. A stunned silence fell over the space. Some people drew

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