Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption novel Chapter 110

Chapter 110: What did you find out?

As the phone beeped indicating the end of the call Desmond sighed deeply, his fingers tapping against the steering wheel as he slowly maneuvered through the morning traffic with a practiced ease and efficiency. 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

He had to return to the Allen Group—there were countless matters that needed his attention. Securing his position, transitioning from acting president to official president, was the first challenge awaiting him. It was a battle he had to win before he could even begin to focus on the old man handing over his shares.

But then, he wasn’t worried about the old man. Time was not on the elder’s side; his days were numbered.

He only needed to ensure that the butler continued administering the medication without suspicion.

Recalling how frail and weak the old man had looked that morning when he went to check on him, he was certain it wouldn’t be long now.

And now, with this mysterious man urging him to set his plan in motion to take over, it seemed as though fate itself was paving the way for his success.

His mind drifted back to the conversation he had just ended. Something felt off "how can one not see anything wrong and will not give a clear answer to questions" but rather response to his questions are vague which had never been his way of answering questions.

Also, the man’s tone was steady, almost too steady. The way he chose his words so carefully, as if each syllable had been rehearsed. It was unnatural—too calculated.

He narrowed his eyes, replaying the details in his head. Was it the urgency? The politeness? No, it was not but then it has happened, it had happened.

Desmond scoffed under his breath. Well, whatever it is, it shouldn’t concern me.

At the end of the day, all that mattered was his own gain. If the deal benefited him, he had no reason to question it. He had been waiting for an opportunity like this—a chance to solidify his power within the Allen Group, to take what he rightfully deserved.

His grip on the steering wheel tightened. No matter who was playing games behind the scenes, he would not let himself be outplayed and wouldn’t let himself be wronged.

~At a high end Club~

Vera sat with one leg crossed over the other, her face cold and calculative. A bottle of red wine rested on the side table, the deep crimson liquid glistening under the dim lights. She twirled the wine glass in her hand absentmindedly, her gaze flickering to the clock at intervals, her impatience veiled beneath her composed exterior.

After what felt like an eternity, the heavy doors parted, and her special guard, Trevor, stepped in.

"You’re back?" Vera’s voice was calm and indifferent as she gently placed the glass on the table beside her after taking a sip of her wine.

Trevor nodded as he settled down beside her on the couch, his gaze never leaving Vera’s face. To the untrained eye, she appeared unbothered—serene and even calm.

But Trevor knew better. He had long understood every subtle shift in her expression, the telltale signs of turmoil lurking beneath her cool and calm façade.

"Did you find out anything?" she asked warily.

Trevor shook his head slightly. "Yes, but there are things that aren’t entirely clear. Still, we can’t afford to overlook them."

Vera nodded, then picked up her glass and downed the wine in one fluid motion, her movements as elegant as they were nonchalant.

"You’re drinking again?" Trevor’s tone was icy, his frustration barely concealed.

Vera smiled lightly, a smirk curling on her lips. "Isn’t that the best thing to do?" she murmured, her voice laced with mock amusement.

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