Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption novel Chapter 238

Chapter 238: Who else had the courage?

The driver, upon seeing Jessica step out of the house with the stylist in tow, quickly sprang into action. He alighted from the car and hurried to open the rear door for her.

Jessica gave a curt nod, regal and composed despite her still-recovering health, she exudes quiet authority.

Jessica slid into the back seat, with the effortless elegance that had always defined her. Becky followed closely behind, adjusting the hem of her coat as she entered. Her eyes darted between Jessica and the elegant bungalow.

From the doorway, Deborah stood, her arms folded and eyes soft with admiration.

She had seen the headlines trending against the company, the comments and several abusive and dergotary words posted.

And now, with her heading to the company’s launch in person, Deborah held a sliver of hope that the couple might just make it through.

Maybe, just maybe, the couple could truly make things work and turn the story around for good.

Inside the car, Jessica was already deep into a string of calls. Her fingers danced over her phone screen, connecting calls, giving orders, and answering inquiries.

Some were business instructions and directives, she sent to her subordinates to implement.

Others came from influential elites and investors, responding to her social media post and probing for clarity. "Is this company truly reliable? Could they risk aligning with her name?"

They wanted confirmation about the J&D GLOBALS direction, its integrity, and more importantly, its credibility. They wanted confirmation, assurance and encouragement to go on.

Her identifying with such company at a time like this had sparked their interest. As it is widely known that Lady Bright is a figure that doesn’t care about wealth but credibility.

Her words were crisp and authoritative, tinged with restrained weariness, but nothing about her tone gave away how drained she felt.

The Jessica sitting there wasn’t the weakened woman of a few hours aago; she had returned to being the fierce leader who always held the reins.

The driver occasionally stole glances at her through the rearview mirror, She looked elegant but deadly serious, her tone crisp, her posture relaxed yet commanding.

Her aura intimidating that he silently compared her with her crippled husband yet his composure as that of a king. He shook his head to clear his thoughts with only one word imprinted in his mind—powerful.

Becky sat beside her in silence, her hands clasped over her handbag waiting patiently for the calls to end. But they didn’t. The conversations seemed endless with a fresh call coming in as soon as she dropped the other.

Sighing, she leaned back in her seat, resigned. With no other option, she stared out the window, quietly watching the blur of streets pass them by.

She’d worked with Jessica long enough to know when her friend was locked in business mode.

The call she’d received two days ago had caught her off guard. Jessica had summoned her to Noveria for an event asking her to prepare her gown and make up in advance.

Coincidentally, she’d only just arrived in Noveria at the request of another client—a young lady from a prominent family launching a company tomorrow.

Becky had assumed the two events were connected, but something now felt off.

She’d received an urgent call from Jessica earlier that evening summoning her to the mansion within five minutes. She hadn’t explained much.

They had always worked closely together, especially during Jessica’s company’s annual fashion week.

As her exclusive stylist, Becky knew Jessica’s taste better than anyone else.

"Company launches must be the new fashion trend," she muttered under her breath with Jessica still engaged on the phone—talking about launching, launching...

"I swear this city is cursed with traffic," she muttered under her breath, recalling how she’d run several red lights just to arrive on time and is quite sure she had earned enough ticket.

The traffic authorities had probably clocked her plates, and the fine she’d be facing wouldn’t be light. Her eye twitched at the thought.

With a frustrated groan, she laid her head on the armrest and sighed heavily. "I think I will leave her to deal with it," she mused.

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