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?"

There’s no CCTV footage. The cameras in that section were wiped clean. It can’t be traced.

turned, his eyes darkening. "Have they

"No, not yet."

the show being

on. He says they’ve invested too

call, his fingers curling tightly into a fist, his veins pulsing erratically. Sabotaging my wife...

dialed Richard directly. The call connected

"Davis?"

you do me

he wanted was another task. He didn’t want to imagine the sort

hear him out before saying anything. Davis read his silence and

not forgetting to Inform all her subordinates not to tell her about this problem.

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

and maps of action had fallen into the enemy’s

couldn’t help but wonder if they had been schemed against or, better still, if someone had

coming over, he had

them. Just stall.

ended the call and drew a long breath

warm smile, he

smile. Her pride in him was unmistakable. She stood up slowly. "Davis, you have to manage the group in my stead, so I think you have to continue the meeting from where

then leaned in and whispered low enough for only her

need to meet them now. Can you finish the meeting? I’ll pick you up at home afterward, and we’ll head to

the original plan. And she hadn’t missed the faint furrow of his brow earlier when he

no one had called her about any problems. Not Richard. Not her subordinates. Surely everything was

She couldn’t suppress the feeling that something was going wrong. She might have been addressing

pressed further but

handle the rest," Davis added gently.

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

fashion show was going as planned. She took a deep breath, her shoulders sagging in resignation as

Davis

your permission, I need to attend to a pressing business