Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

: First day back to the Allen

Julian stood rooted at the same spot as he watched Jessica’s car slowly pull away from the cemetery until he could no longer see her.

He spun on his heels and took the other path, which was where his car was parked alongside his guards.

He boarded the car after a brief glance at the cemetery. With the door shutting with a thud, he left the area.

As he watched the green scenery pass by, his eyes closed, lost in thought.

"Maxwell, I requested information sometime ago on how she ended up being married to the Allen family. Were you able to gather any?" he said.

Maxwell, seated at the front, glanced briefly at the back to respond, but seeing his eyes closed, he took a deep breath. "I have. I will forward it right away."

Within a few seconds, his phone rang with a notification. He slowly opened his eyes. With a swipe across his phone screen, a document opened.

He exhaled lightly as he began to go through the information while his car raced its way to the city.

~Allen Groups~

Davis’ arrival to the group was a formidable one despite how early he left home.

Several media groups and companies, both prominent and minor in the country, were already waiting for him at the Group for the opportunity to interview him

With Desmond’s arrest and his taking over of the group, it was already an established fact that he would be resuming duties today, the first working day of the new week.

Davis’ car slowly pulled up at the front gate, but just as it made a move to enter the company, it was blocked by newsmen.

"Sir, what do we do?" one of his subordinates asked over the car’s Bluetooth.

Ethan and the driver glanced at him. Davis had his head resting on the headrest, his eyes closed and fingers crossed over each other.

"Slowly, move them away," he muttered. At this moment, he wasn’t just about the media.

From the files he had studied through the night, there was actually a lot to be done. From his findings, the Allen Group was hanging barely on a thread.

Outsiders may not know, and the inventors may not feel it since their dividends were coming as at when due, but strangely, Desmond had been running the company with the company’s fixed capital.

To put it mildly, it is bound to be said that the Allen Group, if desperate measures weren’t taken, is already on the verge of bankruptcy.

With his instructions, a few of his security team alighted the car as they gradually made way for the car without hurting anyone.

media did a live coverage of his arrival to the group to resume work since they could not

the group, Allen staff lined up in front to

he answered their greeting before making his way to the private elevator, followed

the elevator, Davis glanced briefly at his wristwatch and began issuing several

all

another with the

an urgent meeting

of staff hiring. An assistant

before he stepped out of the elevator. With the

and stepped in. Closing the

office. With

couldn’t recollect how many

days he had gone hungry just to take the

thermos in his hand, a

grazed the table lightly before he settled down just as a knock sounded on the

to the door, his hand paused briefly as the knock was

character, he would only knock, and after

"Come in," he muttered.

and

a deep breath before she stepped forward into

a form-fitting, deep wine-colored blouse made from a silk-like

a teasing glimpse of her cleavage just enough to

the top hugged her curves

a delicate silver chain that dipped

above the knees with stilettos that marched her skirt. Her make up

walked, the fragrance of her perfume was subtle,

was soft and calm yet her heart thumped as she recalled the situation

gaze to the voice, several emotions spiraled within his eyes as his

the woman who stood beside him when everything was rosy but surprisingly with the trial

to wonder

whenever he saw her, he would feel angry or hurt

a brief pause, he retracted his gaze, as he powered on his

at her but had already focused his attention

came back."

didn’t come immediately. The air