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."

the police chief

for "visits" to end with sudden deaths

usefulness were often erased, leaving

the call. He slipped the phone back into his pocket just as Ethan appeared at the

arrangements are ready," Ethan

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

as they stepped out of the hotel,

hotel and joined the traffic with Davis sharing the

harder on the gas pedal, and the car raced towards one of the prestigious

one hour of a steady speed on the highway, Davis’ car diverted to the left side of

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

pass through the rigorous process of repeating the same name that had

road was bordered on both sides by a beautifully crafted boulevard, its trees tall and strong lined the path like

sunlight filtering through the leaves cast colorful rays of light onto the moving

the large, towering main gate and

it couldn’t go in without

sight of the familiar cold face he had known over the years,

opened smoothly, and the car drove into the vast castle estate

it had been over the years, the castle’s architecture spoke volumes of its century-old

the estate. Every inch of the land

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

he had ignored his call, hadn’t even bothered reaching out, just because he had been ashamed

him know he was crippled in the

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

him, his expression tinged with quiet concern. He took a quick glance at Davis and sighed

every effort he

knew well the years of silence, the effort Davis had taken to sever ties after the accident. The pain of it

Dave. What happened? Every effort to reach you was in vain," he lamented, his voice heavy with relief

for Davis. To him,

tapped, but nothing surfaced. Then came news of an accident involving the Allen heir. Faces matched, but names did

said, his voice even. "Where

"Usual spot?"

still grieving the

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