Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption-Chapter 31: The die is cast...

Meanwhile, Desmond only managed to hold his composure before Davis, he wouldn’t want him to mock or laugh at him. He has his own pride and dignity to protect.

He wouldn’t give him the chance to go back to the office that had taken him years of continuous planning to occupy— otherwise all previous efforts will be waste.

In a slow measured steps he walked to his car parked at the side of the building where the driver Bob was already waiting while glancing at his wrist anxiously. Upon their arrival, Desmond had instructed him to wait for him for a couple of minutes but— it’s been two hours making him anxious by the seconds.

The rumour of Davis’ temperamental attitude is a well known secret in the elite circle, several stories has been weaved about it— reports of him beating up his staff when provoked, throwing things and destroying items.

Knowing how much both of them don’t get along the driver became more worried that they may engage into physical altercation.

"Thankfully, he is out at last", he muttered, relief washed over him as Desmond walked toward him.

In a the few steps he’s taken Desmond had felt his leg about to give way beneath him —but he wouldn’t crumble not now not ever.

It is surprising how he came here glorious but now leaving like the crippled. —The word left a bitter taste in his mouth. How can he compare himself to a crippled?

"Sir, ...are you... okay", the driver stammered as he approached taking notice of his footsteps slowly dragged towards the car, his face twisted in pain, his brow furrowed as he clutches his stomach—his discomfort evident.

Desmond nodded lightly in acknowledgement, the driver opened the car door and helped him to settle into the backseat of the car. After which Bob boarded the car and the door shut with a thud. Slowly, the car pulled out of Davis mansion.

"Are we still going to the company according to your schedule". The driver asked with worry etched his face.

Desmond hummed lightly in acknowledgement, his eyes shut as he endured the pain coursing through his vein— as if on cue, a sharp burning sensation tore through his stomach, it felt as though a part of his stomach is been crafted out and dismembered with several swords at the same time.

He felt nauseous, dizzy and weak. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead at the intensity of the pain plaguing his body. .

Desmond is beginning to doubt the possible survival of this unexpected attack. The confident smirk on Davis face though he never moved from his posture, the innocent look on Jessica’s face when she cheered him on— are they all fake?

He has been observing Desmond through the rear view mirror. It is clear he is practically uncomfortable and might not be able to do anything at the company with his condition.

Desmond couldn’t wrap his head around how he began experiencing this pain but it was clear, he did not take any other thing aside the drink he had few minutes ago. "Could he have been poisoned?", he mused.

He had served a dual purpose to Desmond since his recruitment —as a special bodyguard and a driver with only few privy of his duty as a bodyguard — even Davis was unaware of this fact.

The driver glanced through the rearview mirror "Sir, am taking you to the hospital immediately", he announced. Desmond felt angry at the decision because he has an important meeting with Elder Allen and as he opened his mouth to protest, he felt every part of his stomach aching.

Without waiting for his response, the driver made a U-turn at the next intersection and rushed him to the hospital. The engimatic Desmond convulsed in pain, beads of sweat rolling down his face at intervals. Upon arrival, Bob sought the aid of the paramedic who helped him wheel Desmond into the operating room.

After several hours, he was wheeled back to the ward, his face pale, his lips dried and parched throat. —an IV attached to his arm.

Bob stood beside him, his gaze sharp with a deep frown settling on his face. Desmond stirred lightly, his eyes fluttering open before it opened. He adjusted himself to a more comfortable position with Bob attaching the pillow to help him relax.

Recalling the doctor’s word. "He has taken a high dose of alcohol resulting in an acute gastritis".

Desmond face darkened, he didn’t expect this to be the case. But come to think of it, he has always taken out time to indulge himself in alcohol especially since he took over the leadership of Allen groups but never for once has he been diagnosed with gastric problem, why now?

Notwithstanding, there is a need for proper investigation, it seems he has underestimated this Brown family daughter.

He glanced at Bob lightly with a cold indifferent gaze "Get to the bottom of this, leave no stone unturned", he ordered coldly.

Bob nodded, he had thought about this before Desmond woke up and seeing him having the same thought means there is more to this matter than they know—and this they must unravel.

Bob turned around to leave the ward but just as his hand clasped on the handle—"inform Aaron to welcome Jessica Brown if she arrives the company tomorrow", his voice calm yet with a sharp edge to it.

Bob felt his heart drop into his stomach "Jessica? Isn’t that the name of Davis wife?"

Desmond smiled, his eyes cold "She is but she wants to work, I can’t be a bad uncle who won’t let his nephew in-law work you know? He smirked. The coldness in his eyes not dissipating at all.

Bob listened quietly, he is only a bodyguard cum driver. "I understand."

"But it all depends on if she really wants to work or is there any other plan?", he smirked with a cold expression.

"Meaning?" Bob asked with care. His master’s thought is really difficult to understand especially when he is angry with someone. free𝑤ebnovel.com

"You never can tell if she is coming for something different, so we need to keep our eyes open and our fingers crossed against any eventuality." He said coldly.

Bob felt the shiver run down his spine but— then he can only wait and see as he can’t do much to save anyone.

"Also, make contact with that person. Just tell him the die is cast"

~Berries club~

Aaron’s marriage to Vera Louis, elevated his name and status. His father Desmond his father being at the helm of affairs of the Allen Group made it easier for him to enjoy the glory and respect he had hoped for all these years.

His rise in status brought a proportional increase in the number of social gatherings he was expected to attend — In short, he had arrived.

Sitting at the head of the table with some rich nouveau of the city after closing a crucial deal, Aaron summoned the waitress to serve them drinks.

His hand clasping the waist of a young beautiful lady as she attends to his needs—feeding him, caressing him, refilling his glass of wine while been his plaything.

The box was getting steamy when his phone buzzed severally. A frustrating sigh escaped his lips as her thought it was his wife but on a second look he spranged up abruptly startling the others. "Excuse me, I will take this call", he said as he walked out the box.

"Hello Bob?", he said with a tinge of fear in his tone.

He is one of his father’s closest aid due to his dual function. A function he has carried out for years under the shadow of an experienced driver—but he never calls him unless in an emergency situation.

"It’s me, your father has been admitted due to acute gastritis". Bob’s voice boomed through the phone as he filed a detailed report to Aaron.

Aaron fist clenched, his jaw twitched as his eyes blazed in anger. After a while, he gathered his emotions "which hospital?" He asked.

"The Central hospital", he replied. Aaron nodded lightly. "I will be there in a few minutes", he ordered but as he wanted to end the call Bob continued— "I don’t think it will be possible as I have an important assignment to attend to", he clipped.

"Instructed by my father?"He asked skeptically. He will not be surprised at his response because he has been the one to handle most of his father’s special assignment.

"Yes, What do you want me to do for you?" Bob drawled with no emotion on his tone. It was as though he isn’t discussing anything pertaining to him.

"Can I know about it?" He asked with worry, he has a feeling that there is something more dangerous going on and he wouldn’t want to be kept in the dark.

"No, but he instructed you to welcome Jessica Brown tomorrow at the office". Bob concluded.

"What!", he shouted incredulously.

"What is going on? And why is she is coming to the company? " He shrieked.