Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 399: Just a glimpse...

Since none of the calls was connecting, Sylas decided to take another approach and do something else. After a brief thought, he made a decision.

If by morning there wasn’t any response from them, then perhaps taking a trip to the Allen Group and asking to see Jessica might open the situation up.

Maybe he would get to hear the whispers, the fears and possibly the rumors that might have shaken the group after the accident.

Above all, he hated being kept in the dark. And with Jessica having laid off several staff members of the Group, he no longer had any insider feeding him information.

"It seems I should have taken this step earlier," he muttered under his breath. "I guess I’ll be starting all over again. But maybe this time, it’ll finally be for the best."

As he turned toward his study to deal with other matters, his phone rang. He pulled it out. The screen lit up with the truck driver’s number.

"Sir, we are done," the man said, his voice calm and composed.

Sylas listened in silence, straining to catch any background noise around the man. But all he heard was an eerie calmness, quiet and the kind of silence that felt like someone hiding in the shadows.

"Who are you with?" Sylas asked, his voice clipped.

The man hesitated briefly. "Sir... after the job was done, the scene became chaotic. I had to leave without waiting for the rest. At the moment, I’m alone."

Sylas’s breath grew heavy. This wasn’t the answer he wanted.

How could the scene become so chaotic that they scattered without confirming if she was actually dead, unlike the case of Davis?

He had instructed them to handle it on a lonely road, a place where rescue would be nearly impossible.

And now this man dared to mention a chaotic scene. Unless someone else had dipped their hand into the plan.

He couldn’t help but wonder what the result might be. Is she dead? Or alive. It seems only time will give this response.

What happened?" Sylas demanded.

be nearby during the accident. When they appeared, we had no choice but

His voice dropped, careful and tentative. Even now he hoped the mess hadn’t left

was the reason he had prepared this feast tonight,

I managed to lose them from my

over now for your balance?" Sylas pressed.

would prefer a funds transfer," the man

accounts were frozen. Confiscated by the law," Sylas replied pensively,

Allen security team at the moment, I am not ready to lose my life... I still have a family to care

opened his mouth to speak, but the line went dead. The sharp beeping sound echoed in his ear.

the plan. None of this was what he had envisioned. He would not and could not...allow

another person repeating the same story and the same excuse of

furrowed deeply. "Why does this feel... off?" he muttered.

a long breath. If Mohammed could not go to the mountain, then

yet they are about to end up in the trash can,

~Elsewhere~

lit, every corner covered by cameras. Angled lenses ensured no blind

synthesizers, call trackers, recorders, and glowing

sat bound tightly to chairs. Sweat beaded on their foreheads and their body

standing watch, their hearts pounding. "We’ve already done what you asked," one of them muttered,

have," a guard replied coldly.

these fools live a life worse than death. He couldn’t stop imagining

Make them

more do you want from us?" one of them snapped, eyes boring into the

do I want from you?" He tapped his cheek briefly,

other man paled "You..u don’t...mean that right? We are only doing ...."He stammered

do such,