Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 312: There is a big problem...

Davis paused lightly. "Do you really understand how urgent the situation is, and yet you’re pressing me for transport costs before you move them?" His voice was cold, void of warmth. A faint smirk curled on his lips.

"Also, prepare them for the red carpet," he instructed.

"Consider it done," the voice on the phone replied, a slight tremble lacing his words as he continued "Didn’t expect that the first time I’d hear from you after one year, I’d be hanging on a tree," the man murmured.

"My gift," Davis chuckled darkly. He ended the call, then glanced toward the front seat. "Prepare his fund transfer."

Ethan nodded and his attention returned to the work he was handling.

After a pause, he called Richard, who picked up immediately as though he had been waiting for the calls.

"Make arrangements to receive the models arriving in twenty minutes," Davis instructed.

"Okay," Richard replied, taking a deep breath. "And you?"

"I’m close by. Just... the arrival of those models is peculiar."

"Arriving by air?" Richard guessed.

"Yes."

"That’s not a problem. The Grand Duke Hotel has an open rooftop. I’ll contact the manager," Richard said.

After ending the call, Davis rubbed his brow in contemplation. His gaze drifted to the window, catching sight of a billboard displaying the launch advertisement. He studied its careful design, the rich display, and the intricate detail.

"They really invested heavily in this," he muttered with a sigh.

Several minutes later, the car pulled into the underground garage of the Grand Duke Hotel.

Davis stepped out slowly, his eyes scanning the surroundings, mentally analyzing how possible it was for the materials to have been taken without leaving a trace.

elevator with Ethan and two guards. The rest

already waiting as the elevator doors opened. Davis shook his hand

the program a bit so we can confirm everything,"

But—how did you

stepping

here in less

red carpet in single file. I know you originally planned

frowned, not quite following

said flatly, casting him a sidelong glance. He could

to the location where

in front of a grand room. Richard inhaled deeply and pushed the

in, his gaze sweeping across the room in one smooth, calculating scan. The table was neatly arranged. A full-length mirror stood in the corner. Makeup kits had been laid

they

darkened. He walked through the quiet hall,

of this room and

five were assigned. The models brought their own assistants, so our focus was on handling logistics," Richard replied,

felt his head throb from stress and exhaustion. For the past five hours, he’d been scrambling to

investigate—but at some point, solving the immediate problem became more important than finding who to blame.

~Earlier~

usual. With the models arriving the night before and the launch scheduled today,

their morning light workouts and had breakfast at 8:30. By 9:00 a.m., they were scheduled for routine

Richard arrived at the hotel, they were

brow furrowed.

breath and pulled out his phone, dialing the number of the event moderator in charge of that session. The call connected instantly—and the voice on the other end was

come over to their suites. The situation

are they doing

they can’t even

fist and rushed back to his car quickly picked up some of the essentials he might need and

he ran toward the elevator. The slow rise tested his patience. The moment the doors opened, he sprinted down

knocked once and