Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 311: Don’t inform her...

While Jessica addressed the board members about Davis taking over, her voice carried calm authority.

She expressed her hope that the board would give him their full support and encouragement to lead the Allen Group to greater heights and maximize its profit potential.

At that moment, Davis’ phone buzzed with an incoming call. A single glance at the screen, a brief flick of his eyes toward Jessica, and then a subtle nod to the two guards he entered with—his quiet command for them to remain and protect her.

Without breaking the flow of the meeting, Davis stepped out of the conference room.

Once outside, he accepted the call. The voice on the other end was strained, anxiety seeping through every syllable.

"The fashion show is having a series of problems," the subordinate began, pausing for breath.

"What kind of problems?" Davis asked, his voice eerily calm, making the subordinate feel he might be anxious for nothing.

"First, several of the models developed allergic reactions this morning. They’re unable to perform. Doctors are working to stabilize them."

Davis’ eyes narrowed. "What about the five standby models Jessica prepared?"

"They were affected too."

A muscle twitches in his jaw. "Who was responsible for their meals?"

"The model coordination staff... they manage all their logistics."

Davis inhaled sharply through his nose. "How long until the runway starts?"

"Less than two hours."

"What’s Richard doing?"

"He’s making desperate arrangements, but nothing’s working. It’s like something is blocking every backup plan."

"What else?"

footage. The cameras in that section were wiped clean. It

eyes darkening.

"No, not yet."

the show

on. He

into a fist, his veins pulsing erratically. Sabotaging my wife...

dialed Richard directly.

"Davis?"

you do me

hesitated, stumped for a second. Right now, the last thing he wanted was another task. He didn’t want to imagine the sort of favour

him out before saying anything. Davis read his silence and didn’t wait for

Inform all her subordinates

a done deal. He never had the intention of informing her that things were going

seemed all their plans and maps of action had fallen into

if they had been schemed against or, better still, if

over, he had the confidence that things wouldn’t

stall. I’m on

drew a long breath to steady the fury brimming beneath his composed

expression with a warm smile, he returned

have to manage the group in my stead, so I think you have to continue the meeting from where I stopped," she

in and

now. Can you finish the

That wasn’t in the original plan. And she hadn’t missed the faint furrow of his brow earlier

problems. Not Richard. Not her subordinates. Surely everything was

been addressing the board members,

further but this

handle the rest," Davis added gently. "You trust

face. Calm. Composed. Nothing suspicious—at least not on the surface.

she was sure the fashion show was going as planned. She took a deep breath, her shoulders sagging in resignation as she nodded. It is clear,

reaction, Davis patted

the board. "With your permission, I need to attend to a pressing business meeting. Jessica will wrap this up,