Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption

Chapter 311: Don’t inform her...

While Jessica addressed the board members about Davis taking over, her voice carried calm authority.

She expressed her hope that the board would give him their full support and encouragement to lead the Allen Group to greater heights and maximize its profit potential.

At that moment, Davis’ phone buzzed with an incoming call. A single glance at the screen, a brief flick of his eyes toward Jessica, and then a subtle nod to the two guards he entered with—his quiet command for them to remain and protect her.

Without breaking the flow of the meeting, Davis stepped out of the conference room.

Once outside, he accepted the call. The voice on the other end was strained, anxiety seeping through every syllable.

"The fashion show is having a series of problems," the subordinate began, pausing for breath.

"What kind of problems?" Davis asked, his voice eerily calm, making the subordinate feel he might be anxious for nothing.

"First, several of the models developed allergic reactions this morning. They’re unable to perform. Doctors are working to stabilize them."

Davis’ eyes narrowed. "What about the five standby models Jessica prepared?"

"They were affected too."

A muscle twitches in his jaw. "Who was responsible for their meals?"

"The model coordination staff... they manage all their logistics."

Davis inhaled sharply through his nose. "How long until the runway starts?"

"Less than two hours."

"What’s Richard doing?"

"He’s making desperate arrangements, but nothing’s working. It’s like something is blocking every backup plan."

"What else?"

"The materials—designs, accessories, even the backup collection—were stolen. And... There’s no CCTV footage. The cameras in that section were wiped clean. It can’t be traced. "

Davis turned, his eyes darkening. "Have they been found?"

"No, not yet."

"Is the show being postponed?"

"No. Richard insists it must go on. He says they’ve invested too much."

Davis ended the call, his fingers curling tightly into a fist, his veins pulsing erratically. Sabotaging my wife... in my territory? How bold.

Without hesitation, he dialed Richard directly. The call connected instantly.

"Davis?"

"Can you do me a favour?"

Richard hesitated, stumped for a second. Right now, the last thing he wanted was another task. He didn’t want to imagine the sort of favour he could offer anyone now with the scale of problems he was facing.

He kept silent—it was best to hear him out before saying anything. Davis read his silence and didn’t wait for his reply.

"Don’t tell Jessica. Not a word from your team either, not forgetting to Inform all her subordinates not to tell her about this problem. I’ll be there soon and handle it."

Richard breathed in relief. It was already a done deal. He never had the intention of informing her that things were going wrong.

It seemed all their plans and maps of action had fallen into the enemy’s hand.

He couldn’t help but wonder if they had been schemed against or, better still, if someone had stepped out to get them.

But with Davis coming over, he had the confidence that things wouldn’t get worse.

"Let them. Just stall. I’m on my way."

Davis ended the call and drew a long breath to steady the fury brimming beneath his composed surface.

Then, masking his expression with a warm smile, he returned to the conference room.

Jessica turned toward him with a gentle smile. Her pride in him was unmistakable. She stood up slowly. "Davis, you have to manage the group in my stead, so I think you have to continue the meeting from where I stopped," she said.

Davis gave a gracious nod, then leaned in and whispered low enough for only her to hear.

"There’s a deal I’ve been chasing for two weeks. The investor just called. I need to meet them now. Can you finish the meeting? I’ll pick you up at home afterward, and we’ll head to the fashion show together.

Jessica frowned faintly. That wasn’t in the original plan. And she hadn’t missed the faint furrow of his brow earlier when he answered the call. Something was off.

But still, no one had called her about any problems. Not Richard. Not her subordinates. Surely everything was running smoothly... right

She hesitated. She couldn’t suppress the feeling that something was going wrong. She might have been addressing the board members, but she isn’t blind not now, not ever. But then, what is going wrong?

She would have pressed further but this is a conference room.

"I’ll handle the rest," Davis added gently. "You trust me, don’t you?"

She searched his face. Calm. Composed. Nothing suspicious—at least not on the surface. Slowly, she nodded.

With full confidence, she was sure the fashion show was going as planned. She took a deep breath, her shoulders sagging in resignation as she nodded. It is clear, she couldn’t win against him.

Seeing her reaction, Davis patted her back.

Davis turned to the board. "With your permission, I need to attend to a pressing business meeting. Jessica will wrap this up, and all decisions will be implemented accordingly."

The board murmured in agreement.

Davis leaned in and kissed her gently on the cheek. "The guards stay with you," he added.

She nodded again. She might have objected—especially given the recent threats—but Davis would never let her go anywhere unprotected since the last incident.

Davis summoned the guards outside, addressed them briefly, then left with Ethan.

With just the two of them, Ethan took the passenger seat. One of the cars with a security team joined them as they made their way out of the Allen Group.

As they pulled onto the highway, media chatter flooded the airwaves.

"BREAKING: Davis Allen’s reinstatement to the Allen Group looms following Desmond’s arrest for criminal misconduct."

"ECONOMY WATCH: Analysts weigh the potential impact of Davis Allen’s return on Country Y’s corporate ecosystem."

Davis sat in the backseat, one elbow on the door, eyes distant as the city blurred by. His hand tightened on his phone. He took a deep breath, opened his phone and dialed a secure contact.

The voice on the other end answered immediately. "Finally. So you’re done hiding in the shadows?"

"Cut the crap," Davis said curtly. "I need something."

"Sure. What?" the voice asked curiously. noveldrama

"In thirty minutes, I need ten of your best-rated models at Grand Duke Hotel. They’ll be received on arrival."

There was silence for a beat.

Ah-ha! Did I offend you in any way? Ten top-tier models? Davis, do you want to close my company?"

"I didn’t know your company was running short. Should I start looking elsewhere? Better still, maybe I should consider..."Davis replied with a cold smirk.

"No, don’t consider..." the voice mumbled reluctantly. "You make provisions for their trip?"

"Are you kidding me?"

"Alright, I’ll dispatch the emergency plane to meet them—but then, you foot the cost."