Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption novel Chapter 118

Chapter 118: Are you praising her?

"What an unfilial son," he muttered, his frustration deepening. He must deal with Aaron properly but then how he can save save the day becomes a paramount concern as the Allen. Group stock nosedived due to the news.

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~At the Allen family estate~

Elder Allen sat in the garden, basking in the sun. The warmth did little to soothe the unease that had settled in his bones—a feeling that only deepened as he noticed Alfred, the butler, approaching with a grave expression.

Elder Allen sighed. Alfred was a man who had weathered countless storms alongside the family, never one to flinch in the face of adversity. Yet now, his gloom was unmistakable. The weight of bad news was written all over his face.

"What is it?" Elder Allen asked, his voice laced with fatigue and tiredness.of a man who had laboured so much.

Alfred hesitated, choosing his words carefully. "It’s Aaron," he said, then paused, as if deliberating how best to deliver the blow.

Elder Allen’s gaze remained fixed on the distance, unreadable yet expectant. "Aaron?" he echoed. "What has he done this time? Has he finally sold off the Allen Group?" His tone was laced with bitter resignation.

Alfred exhaled. "No... but he might as well have." Elder Allen turned his head slightly, his eyes narrowing.

"He’s caught in a scandal," Alfred continued. "With another man’s wife. The Internet is on fire with the news, and the stock" He hesitated before he continued "—is plummeting at the speed of light."

Silence settled between them, heavy and suffocating. Elder Allen closed his eyes briefly. When he spoke, his voice was calm, yet it carried an undercurrent of simmering fury.

"That foolish boy..."

He didn’t need to ask for details. He already knew. The repercussions of Aaron’s recklessness were just beginning, and the Allen name was about to be dragged through the mud once more.

And this time, there might be no salvageable opportunities. What about Desmond?" Elder Allen asked, his voice low but firm.

Alfred sighed deeply before responding. "Desmond lost a major business deal the moment the news broke. He’s at the Allen Group now, preparing for a press conference."

Elder Allen’s gaze darkened. "A press conference at a time like this? Who is speaking on our behalf, and under what conditions?"

Decades of experience had taught him that nothing in the business world came without a price. Whoever was stepping forward to ’help’ the Allen family would undoubtedly demand their share in return.

His mind flickered briefly to Jessica—if she intervened now, things might take a different turn. But it seemed she had other plans.

Alfred hesitated before continuing. "Desmond spoke with Vera—Aaron’s wife. She agreed to support him, but her terms..." He trailed off, as if weighing how best to deliver the news.

Elder Allen’s brows furrowed. "What terms?"

"She’s demanding 5% of the Allen Group’s shares and the position of Vice President."

The old man’s grip on his cane tightened. "Outrageous! And Desmond agreed to this?" His heart pounded furiously at the sheer audacity of Vera’s demand.

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