Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 388: Visiting an Old friend...

As Ethan exited the room, Davis drew in a long breath, his chest rising slowly. He walked to the window, pulled the curtain aside, and let a sharp ray of sunlight flood the dim space.

The brilliance illuminated his sharp features, though his expression remained unreadable, his gaze was distant, cold, fixed on the blue sky above as if searching for answers hidden within its vastness.

His arms folded across his chest, one finger tapping against his other arm in a steady rhythm. His brows furrowed in deep contemplation..

"Sylas Louis, Sylas Louis, I was thinking of giving you more time before settling the scores, yet you lacked self-awareness and went as far as plotting against me when I just left the country on business.

"He clicked his tongue twice. "Tsk, tsk. Truly laughable."

He pulled out his phone from his pocket and placed a call to the police chief through a secured line.

"Hello, this is Davis," he said immediately after the call was picked up.

"Mr. Allen," the police chief greeted, his tone neither overbearing nor humble.

"I’m calling in respect of Vera Allen," Davis said through gritted teeth.

He really wanted to see the guts of the Louis family this time.

In years past, he might have dismissed their schemes as the antics of in-laws testing boundaries.

But this time was different. Since they were already bold enough to move further, bold to plot his destruction, bold to repeat the scheme of the years.

They had stepped far beyond the limits of tolerance. If destruction was what they sought, he was prepared to give them their wish.

Because they had long lost such privilege to treat the Allen family as pawns in their games and hoped nobody would question their guts.

"While she remains in your custody, I hope you can stop anyone from paying her a visit," Davis instructed.

He wouldn’t want to lose this crucial axe that would be used in getting the Louis family on their knees.

With the little he had come to know about Sylas, he was not just cold-hearted but also black-hearted; otherwise, his greed wouldn’t have engineered him to work against his father when they were both friends.

"Do you have a reason for that?" he asked.

Davis rubbed his brow in frustration. "To keep her alive until I go to court."

deal," the police

with sudden deaths which are eliminations disguised as

had outlived their usefulness were often erased, leaving

the investigation, Davis ended the call. He slipped the phone back into his

are ready,"

curt nod and turned away from the window. "Let’s go."he said

as they stepped out of the hotel, Ethan settling at the front seat and Davis

driver turned on the ignition as the car slowly left the hotel and joined the traffic with Davis sharing the direction they were supposed to

acknowledgement as he stepped harder on the gas pedal, and the car raced towards one of

diverted to the left side of the traffic before it began making its

terrain. Some years back, he had always visited this location twice, once or thrice every year as the

unfamiliar, he had to pass through

crafted boulevard, its trees tall and strong lined the path like watchful

through the leaves cast colorful rays of light onto the moving cars as

the car approached the large, towering main gate

couldn’t go in without clarification.

uniformed guard stepped forward, his piercing gaze fell on Davis for scrutiny, but at the sight of the

opened smoothly, and the car drove into the vast castle

over the years, the castle’s architecture spoke volumes of its century-old history. Its surroundings

the grandeur of the estate. Every inch of the land had been maintained with care, a reflection of

sighed. It had always been like this just as he remembered. He couldn’t help but wonder what the

he had ignored his call, hadn’t even bothered reaching

didn’t even let him know he was crippled in the

of the castle’s massive stone steps. A guard opened the rear door of

his cufflinks with composure. Ethan fell into step beside him, his expression tinged

of every effort he

well the years of silence, the effort Davis had taken to sever

What happened? Every effort to reach you was in vain," he lamented, his

searched tirelessly for Davis. To him, Davis’s disappearance had felt like the vanishing

an accident involving the Allen heir. Faces matched, but names did not,

will explain later," Davis said, his voice even.

"Usual spot?"

grieving

hesitated, then shook his head briefly. "Not exactly. This time...it