Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 409 409: Almost wishing for summons?

When Davis began reciting his biography, Luke Norman's brows cringed together in surprise. By the time Davis finished, Luke felt a storm of emotions coursing through him.

Nobody had ever been able to unmask his identity. Not even his closest staff at StevMel Group knew who he truly was.

He had lived in deliberate shadows, erasing every trace, severing every tie, and disassociating himself from the past…all for one purpose.

Yet here was Davis Allen, reading out his life as though it were a file laid bare before him.

A wry chuckle escaped Luke's throat, and with a resigned gesture, he gave Davis a thumbs up.

He exhaled slowly, conceding silently that he had been caught off guard. Lifting his gaze, he met Davis's steady eyes.

"When did you find out?" he asked.

"Well, I've always had a feeling," Davis replied, his tone casual but sharp. "And thanks to my wife…she noticed the very first day you met."

At the mention of Jessica, Davis's expression softened. His lips curled upward, a fleeting tenderness replacing the steel in his features.

Luke caught it immediately. His eyes narrowed slightly, a faint smile touching his lips. "I suspected as much. Asking me to get her a cup of tea… How is she coping with the accident?"

The warmth drained instantly from Davis's face. His gaze darkened, and his fist clenched on the table.

Luke raised his hands lightly in defense. "Don't get me wrong. If no one else knew, I know. But not because I caused it. I never did. I simply understand a few things others don't."

Davis inhaled deeply, his voice low. "Not yet awake."

Luke nodded, sympathy flickering in his eyes. "I'm sorry about that." His voice softened, almost a murmur. "Why I became your assistant…"

The words seemed more for himself than for Davis.

He leaned back, reflecting. Thinking now, it almost felt absurd, ridiculous that a man like him with influence and wealth, had taken the role of an assistant.

Yet at the time, it had been the only path forward. If he couldn't unearth the truth from outside, then he had to step boldly into the lion's den.

Davis had his eyes trained on him, studying him intently, his cold gaze searching.

He didn't know why, but he felt the cold air that had always clung to Luke like a garment seemed to have dissipated totally, replaced by something almost human.

Or was it just his imagination?

He had to solve this case

the fact he already worked as a staff of

in times like this, one ally was worth more

"Actually, I came because

like a blow. His breath hitched. "Vendetta?" he asked quietly, his eyes locking onto

blame me. You'd have done the same if

a vendetta all

experiment test of the group and became orphaned with a brother at the age of three. Dumped at the orphanage with no welfare or the promise made by the group

knew welfare was arranged and paid

"That's the point. It was paid but

"By who?" He asked,

head, smirking

in his voice left Davis silent. His pen tapped

voice

thickened. For several seconds,

he would never answer, Davis's

of the office closing in on them. This wasn't an answer he was

be a Monica. His gaze snapped to Davis as he

your mother Monica

Siri become your

your father married to two

the first

faintly. The barrage of questions didn't surprise

carried, until Jessica uncovered

exchanges, clarifications, and confessions, the storm

his head, offering an apology

Elder Allen had always wished to find the

you still interested in completing what

witnessed for the first time since he joined the Allen Group. "Are you asking

I need to ask you? As an assistant, aren't you already in the

Groups will officially prepare the partnership deed and send

an inquisitive brow. There was something in Luke's tone, something he

you be sending me out of the group with a termination letter? Maybe even charging me

"Why do I feel you're almost wishing for summons? Either way,

his brother all this time, even after

"Grandpa Allen."

left Luke stunned. Slowly, he exhaled. "Never thought of it. If I hadn't been trying so hard to be sure, I might have harmed