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 to abandon the scene to avoid being

you saying you escaped them?" His voice dropped, careful and tentative. Even now he

was the reason he had prepared this feast tonight, to

lose

balance?" Sylas pressed. Taking them one after another might always be less

would prefer a funds

news? My accounts were frozen. Confiscated by the law," Sylas replied pensively, his eyes narrowing

I am not

The sharp beeping sound echoed in

was what he had envisioned. He would not and could not...allow a mere truck driver

another person repeating the same story and the same excuse of running away

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

not go to the mountain, then the mountain would

steaming, wine untouched, yet they are

~Elsewhere~

every corner covered by cameras. Angled lenses ensured

and glowing monitors lined the walls in perfect

young men sat bound tightly to chairs. Sweat beaded on their foreheads and their body clammy from the sweat, their

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

replied coldly. "But that doesn’t erase

these fools live a life worse

useful. Make them bait for

us?" one of them snapped, eyes

want from you?" He tapped his cheek briefly,

are only doing ...."He stammered but a cold glare from the guard had him

do such, it’s