Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 304: Stand-in President?

Hearing the question, Desmond glared at him, wishing he could shoot arrows from his eyes and send him straight to join his parents in the world beyond.

Among all the worst-case scenarios he had imagined for today, meeting a walking Davis was not one of them. He had expected the setup on the road to bring back good news—perhaps that Davis was in the hospital again, just like before.

And if that plan failed, he had been prepared to convince the board to vote in his favor, presenting Davis’s incapacity as a major setback. But now, seeing him standing here in the flesh—alive, composed, and very much in control—there was no way Desmond would let him win easily.

His lips curled into a mocking smirk.

"Dear nephew... don’t be in such a hurry to oust me from the seat," he sneered, a challenging glint flashing in his eyes.

Davis raised a brow at him, silently granting his uncle the permission to speak.

He wasn’t in a rush. Let him speak. He was curious to see how far Desmond would stretch his narrative.

He was ready to see where this drama would end. Desmond returned his gaze, the tension between them thick as smoke.

The board members exchanged glances amongst themselves. The atmosphere was charged and the tension palpable. No one interrupted. They all knew what this was. This was no ordinary boardroom discussion—it was a standoff. A battle of titans.

Desmond straightened his back and spoke with the practiced authority of someone who had held the reins.

"Ever since your accident last year, I’ve single-handedly handled the affairs of this group," Desmond began, pacing slightly, his voice calm but charged with authority.

"Several major projects were left hanging and incomplete after your... unfortunate incident and I was forced to step in. With the Old man hospitalized, it fell on me to complete the deals." I negotiated, signed, and delivered on those deals. Right here. From this very chair."

He paused, he let the words hang in the air, the weight of his words settling in heavy with implications.

need to say

company.

company when you

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sharp, "having been in the business world for so long, I trust you understand

word hit

calm mask slipped ever so slightly. The word struck

clenched at his sides. That word. That term. He had spent years

second-best. The very injustice and

presumptuous,"

in for

Desmond challenged, voice

stead to ensure the company remains stable. I acknowledge that. But now that I’ve returned—healthy, able, and

eyes locked. A silent war waged between

to the conference

wave—camera flashes going off, microphones of every size shoved toward their lips,

a human barrier. Their expressions were cold,

his gaze sweeping

he recognized from major networks, journalists known for hard-hitting truth, some with badges

stomach churned.These were not amateur reporters. This was

eyes searching desperately for his assistant. But he was nowhere

moment Davis arrived. But this wasn’t the

"We’re in the middle of a private meeting! This isn’t the time—please