Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption-Chapter 121: Grateful you came along

Davis and Jessica refocused their thoughts, their gazes locked onto the screen as they attempted to analyze the man who had slipped away thinking he was unnoticed—unaware that a camera had inadvertently captured his image.

Jessica wasted no time. She swiftly drafted an enhanced version of the image, preparing it for potential tracing and identification. As they worked, exchanging thoughts in hushed tones, the sudden surge of noise from the television caught their attention.

In front of the Allen Group’s headquarters, a swarm of reporters had gathered, their cameras raised high, microphones pointed eagerly toward the entrance. The once-thinning crowd had doubled in size, as journalists who had lingered after the press conference quickly joined the commotion.

It was as though, with a single beckoning wave, every reporter in the city had converged on the scene.

Jessica lightly shook her head. She had been there when Davis was issuing the instructions which states "Immediately after the press conference".

But she never expected Richard to move this fast. It seems he is getting better and better by the day. Her gaze sharpened as she watched the broadcast to see what he had worked out.

Then, the breaking news hit. "Allen Group evade tax, under pays their staff for the past eight months"

This single report sent shockwaves through the country that within minutes, social media and news channels were flooded with it. Each giving its own headings to attract more audience.

"Evasion of tax —Allen Group fall short"

"Staff underpaid and taxes not paid since its new regime."

"Bad leadership—Desmond Allen not fit to lead the Allen Group."

The newscaster delivered a detailed report, stating that The Allen Group, the largest conglomerate in the country, had allegedly been evading taxes ever since Desmond Allen took over following Davis’s accident.

Silence fell over the room. A slow, amused smile curled at Davis’s lips as he shifted his gaze to Jessica.

She was momentarily stunned, her eyes fixed on the television screen as the breaking news sent shockwaves through the media. freewёbn૦νeɭ.com

Her voice was laced with disbelief as she turned to him. "Davis Allen, do you even realize what you’ve done?"

Davis raised a brow, his expression calm yet teasing. "You asked me to play, didn’t you? Well, here I am." He leaned back, his fingers drumming lightly against the armrest. "Besides, I’m simply correcting an anomaly. If Desmond’s actions have left a crack, it’s better to expose it now than allow it to turn into a future indictment."

Jessica opened her mouth to respond, but before she could, the phone in her hand buzzed. Richard was calling. She quickly picked up and placed it on speaker.

"Is this okay?" Richard’s voice filtered through the room.

Jessica turned her head toward Davis, half-expecting him to reconsider. Instead, his smirk deepened as he delivered a far more shocking directive.

"Make it messier," he said, his voice steady and laced with amusement. "The messier, the better for Desmond."

Jessica’s heart skipped a beat. This was no longer just playing—it was war. She gulped unconsciously. Making it messier meant one thing the board will make a move on him.

After giving the instructions, the call ended. At that moment, Davis’s eyes turned cold, glazing over like frost. "You know, I’ve been thinking... It seems I’ve made a lot of mistakes since the accident."

Davis’s voice trailed off, his gaze distant, lost in thought. His eyes, usually sharp and calculating, now carried a depth of contemplation—like a man retracing the past, searching for where the cracks began.

Jessica observed him closely, noting the subtle change in his mood. His expression, though composed, held an underlying weight that hadn’t been there moments ago.

She softened her voice, her tone both gentle and encouraging. "Why do you think so?"

Though she hadn’t been there when everything unfolded, these past months of living with him had given her a clearer understanding of who he was.

Davis Allen—the feared heir of the Allen Group—looked unshakable on the surface, but beneath that formidable exterior was a man who felt deeply. He loved with intensity and hated just as strongly.

"I just gave it a thought—maybe if this marriage hadn’t been orchestrated by my uncle, I would still be sitting in that dark study, drinking, smoking, and waiting for my final day. Or worse... maybe I would have succumbed to depression and done something irreversible."

Jessica’s lips curled into a small, knowing smile as she met his gaze, her eyes unwavering. "So?" she repeated, urging him to continue.

She can only encourage to walk towards light when he is able to heal his broken heart and speaking out will do him lots of good.

Davis exhaled, his voice carrying a mix of contemplation and sincerity. "I’m just grateful you came along."

His fingers tapped lightly against the armrest of his wheelchair before he turned to her, a question lingering in his eyes. "But why didn’t you just mind your business when you came? Why did you decide to barge into my life?"

There was genuine curiosity in his tone. He had wanted to know for a while—why she had taken it upon herself to challenge the chaos, to stand by him, to push for change when she could have just let things be and enjoy her life as a wife of the Allen family.

Jessica tilted her head slightly, her expression unreadable. "Would you have preferred that?" she asked, her voice calm yet teasing.

"How would she just tell him she felt attracted and hurt when she met him." Beat her to death she dare not admit that the helpless man she met in the study on that day stirred her heart.

Davis held her gaze, searching for an answer in her eyes, but all he saw was the same quiet strength that had pulled him back from the edge time and time again.

"Not really... It’s just—" Davis paused, shaking his head. "Forget it." He concluded, his gaze drifting back to the television.

Jessica retracted her gaze from him, her heart beating wildly as she she refocused her gaze on the screen observing the unfolding scene, her mind processing the chain of events.

A press conference had just ended, yet another shocking news report had already surfaced. She could only imagine how frustrated Desmond must be at this moment.

"But then, tax evasion... it’s better to correct it now than when you officially take over," she mused aloud, her fingers idly tapping the armrest.

Davis nodded thoughtfully, his expression unreadable. "Take over?" He murmured. He hadn’t thought about it but seeing her calm features it seems that’s her plan.

He would have asked her further but then her voice cut through his thought "I wonder how the Old Man will see this." Jessica added, her voice carrying a note of caution. She knew the Allen patriarch valued order above all else, and this mess—however necessary—would not sit well with him.