Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 306

Chapter 306: There must be another way out.

Her voice, soft yet intimidating and unyielding, filtered through the conference room like a haunting melody that wouldn’t be silenced.

It commanded attention, not by volume, but by sheer power. Every member seated at the long mahogany boardroom table turned their heads, eyes wide with a mixture of reverence and curiosity.

Vera took a deep breath to calm her nerves, but it was barely effective. Her hands trembled slightly under the table as her eyes flicked between Desmond and Jessica.

Aaron, seated beside his father, clenched his fists so tightly under the table that the veins on his knuckles bulged. He struggled to restrain the fiery storm of temper swirling inside him.

Desmond, for all his usual composure, could feel something was wrong. The confidence exuding from Jessica wasn’t the bravado of someone bluffing. It was a certainty.

He suddenly had a gnawing premonition that things might not go his way, especially if he allowed her to keep speaking.

"Whatever brought you here has to wait until this meeting is over," he said sharply, raising his voice to regain dominance. "We need to continue. There are decisions to be made for the sake of time."

He met Jessica’s eyes with a glare meant to intimidate, but her eyes didn’t waver. They met his squarely, filled with calm disdain.

"Uncle," she began, her voice light, almost amused. "You don’t have to fret over anything. Like I said, I’m here strictly for business."

She turned away from Desmond, her eyes scanning the faces of the board members.

"I am—" she started, only to be cut off.

"Can we talk outside?" Desmond asked coldly. The temperature of his voice dropped enough to send a chill through several people at the table.

But the temperature in the room dropped further when Jessica answered.

"Mr. Allen Desmond," she said smoothly, turning back to him, "were you never trained not to interrupt others when they speak?"

Her words sliced through the room like a dagger. Gasps echoed, and whispers followed immediately. The board members stared at Desmond, unsure what stunned them more: Jessica’s rebuke or the fact that she had the gall to say it.

Then she followed it up.

"Or do you have something you’re trying to hide from us?"

Desmond swallowed hard. He forced himself to take a deep breath, his chest rising and falling in slow movements as he tried to rein in the fury that threatened to boil over. Stay calm, he told himself. Let her finish. It’s not like I’m going down with the rest.

Jessica smiled wider. Her smile was not sweet but practiced "I am Jessica Allen," she said clearly. "Granddaughter-in-law to Elder Allen."

The room erupted in murmurs again.

"Granddaughter-in-law?"

"So she is married to Davis?"

"What is she doing here at the board meeting?"

just objected to the

each other, confusion mounting. Desmond remained stiff in his seat, eyes twitching

hand slightly

her tone polite but not submissive. "However, as the major shareholder of the Allen Group,

of silence washed over the room, thicker and heavier than

her voice

slapped. Desmond’s lips parted slightly, as if to speak, but no sound came

her head toward

just ordinary shares. No need to get worked

like he was watching a comedy show. That irritated Vera more than anything.

found his

cannot possibly be the major shareholder. What about the old man? Are you saying his shares

let out a short laugh, cold

won’t believe anything unless you see it with your

gestured toward the lady standing near the door. The lady stepped forward and placed a sleek leather folder on the

open and pulled out the shareholder certificate. She passed it to the secretary,

the members leaned in

"30%?"

"Is this real?"

latching onto the one

have 30%. That’s not enough to override the

members nodded slowly,

But Jessica wasn’t done.

against the table slightly, her tone light

"you claim to hold 20% in shares, but only 5% is currently in your name. The rest have been ..." she paused letting

All heads turned

A tiny smile touched his lips. She

paled. His lips

Jessica wasn’t finished.

want to talk about votes and proxy rights?" she

reached into the folder and pulled out another document. This

from a third-party acquisition," she said casually. "That

the room

stared at his father,

you let this happen?"

waited a beat

said, her voice as soft as silk and sharp as a sword, "25% inherited from my

’Nora Santiago’

looked like he’d just swallowed

"You..." he stammered.

Jessica smirked.

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