Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 383: Brewing storm

The morning light filtered through the wide windows, its rays scattering into brilliant strips of color across the room.

Jessica’s phone blared into the quiet, dragging her from a restless slumber.

She stirred, groaning softly, and groped across the nightstand until her fingers found the device. Before she could swipe, the call ended.

She exhaled, long and tired, and collapsed back onto the pillows, one hand cradling her aching forehead. Her eyes were rimmed with redness.

The night had been restless. Several hours of brutal tossing and turning, the weight of too many thoughts pressed her down till the early hours of the morning.

Her head spun as she mentally drew up a schedule for herself.

Visit the hospital.

Check on Lady Matilda.

Take a trip to the Santiago Group.

Take a trip to check the group’s quarter review.

Get some designs ready to meet people’s orders.

She sighed as the list seemed endless.

Tapping lightly on her phone, she whispered to herself, "He should have arrived by now."

With a swift dial, she tried Davis’ number, but it didn’t connect. She dropped a quick text. Just as she set the phone down, it buzzed again.

The message was from a subordinate at the Group:

There is a board meeting this morning.

"Meeting?" Jessica muttered, brows furrowing.

Before Davis left, they had gone over the itinerary together. All formal meetings had been cleared.

And certain matters that might need his attention had been put on hold.

"Who scheduled the meeting?" she asked when she called back.

"The vice president, Vera."

lips curved into a

for nine o’clock. According to her memo, it’s

me updated if there are

there is any change,

brow furrowed harder as she thought of the possible reasons why Vera should be scheduling

buttons. Davis might have left the country, but

again, the clock read just past

bed hoping to get herself ready when her

the phone she picked. "Hello ma’am," a cold,

"Hello," she replied.

the voice amongst the few contacts she had, but

the president on phone, but the contact was off,"

the sentence, Jessica’s brow furrowed with realization. "Assistant Luke,"

answered

Is there something you can’t handle yourself?" she

find out the state of

certain she was capable of

wasn’t strictly

guess was clear. He must have known Davis had travelled the moment he set

and found out the vice president had just scheduled a meeting with the board

he reported truthfully.

any meeting or give instructions

paused briefly. "Will you be attending in

this morning.

said, and the call ended

in her

you’re testing the waters

tossed the phone

strode to the dining hall, a lavish breakfast

Deborah, Jessica strode to the car already

At the Allen Group

set his phone on the table,

last night’s work. His gaze lingered on two names

"Sylas. Siri," he murmured.