Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 316: What can they do to their matriarch?

Jessica ended the shareholders’ meeting peacefully without a single hitch.

After announcing the close of the meeting, a few of Davis’s minor supporters approached her. Their eyes glimmered with respect and admiration as they quietly introduced themselves, one after the other, offering nods of goodwill before leaving the room.

With the meeting adjourned, Jessica exited the conference hall, carrying a recall guide Davis had given her. She headed to the president’s office. Two guards followed at a respectful distance—not too close to cause discomfort, but not too far to hinder in case of an emergency.

At the president’s office, she gave the door a gentle push. It creaked open, the guards halting just outside the threshold.

Jessica stepped in and closed the door behind her with a soft click. Her eyes swept across the room, taking in the distinct arrangement and decoration of the office. Everything felt familiar.

She could still spot the traces of Davis’s preferences in the decor—the color palette, the particular arrangement of the sofa, the vases of fresh flowers. The floor-to-ceiling windows offered a breathtaking, panoramic view of the cityscape, the towering buildings igniting that strange indescribable feeling of being at the top.

"It seems Desmond hasn’t made any changes to the decor," she sighed, a hint of nostalgia laced in her tone.

Taking a few steps forward, she drifted towards the bookshelf lining the left wing of the office. Her fingers trailed along the spines of neatly arranged volumes. A faint smile tugged at the corners of her lips.

Her eyes soon found the desk, its surface cluttered with a few folders. She quietly flipped through the files. "Nothing much," she murmured, brows furrowed.

Still, that feeling of an unsettling sense of dread tugged at her heartstrings. It reminded her of the same tension she had felt earlier during the meeting, when she had briefly stepped out to call Davis and check in on the situation.

And with his response, she had schooled herself to stay calm. Maybe she was just worried for nothing.

Now, standing alone in the office, that nagging feeling creeping over her again is stronger. She took a deep breath and walked behind the table.

Settling into the CEO’s seat, she closed her eyes and tried to center herself. She slowly swirled the chair, letting the momentum carry her around, her head beginning to throb lightly. She pressed her fingers to her temples.

of the office caught her attention. Listening to the voice, her lips

"Quite impatient," she sighed.

stepped into the office. "Madam, Vera

in," she

be okay by yourself?"

with her, like their boss, she didn’t like having guards all over

"Sure," she answered.

was Vera to unsettle her anyway? Jessica had never truly seen her as a threat. A woman too timid to fight

nodded and stepped

continued swirling the seat around. The door was pushed open and, with a soft click, it closed. She paused her actions,

and paused. Without turning around, she sighed, "What exactly do

chest rising with fury. She scanned Jessica’s lazy, unconcerned posture and recalled the composed

all out for you," Vera scoffed, bitterness seeping

responded, not missing a beat. She spun the

handing the shares back to him? You do know that they’re the Allen family’s lifeline," Vera pressed,

forming a slow, amused arc. "Who returns shares that were given as betrothal gifts? Don’t you understand the logic

a deep breath, her gaze turning icy, her aura imposing as she leaned forward, placing a hand

countenance, Jessica slowly stood up, adapting the same posture as they stared

aren’t you getting ahead of yourself?" Vera said with a saccharine smile, her tone laced with

degrees lower with threats laced in her words. "And be careful. You wouldn’t want to lose the vice-presidential seat

into fists, and her breath came in

Jessica corrected her, her expression calm but sharp. "Jessica

think the Allen family will accept a