Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption novel Chapter 290

Chapter 290: Is something going on?

~Grand Duke Hotels~

Jessica’s car glided smoothly through the tall gates of the Grand Duke Hotel. The polished black vehicle reflected the golden afternoon light as she slowed near the entrance.

A uniformed valet stepped forward with a slight bow, ready to assist. The hotel’s towering glass exterior shimmered in the sunlight, while the flower beds lining the driveway released a delicate, pleasant scent.

She parked expertly, her fingers steady on the wheel before switching off the engine. Taking a breath, she reached for her phone and dialed.

The call connected on the first ring.

"I’ve arrived," she said simply.

She stepped out of the car, dressed in loose jeans and a flowing top that concealed her pregnancy with subtle elegance. The outfit gave her a relaxed, almost youthful appearance.

Her eyes scanned the environment, sharp and alert beneath the rim of her cap, noting every corner and crevice as if expecting something—or someone—to emerge. Only after ensuring it was safe did she proceed.

Her heels stepped softly on the pavement as she made her way toward the grand revolving doors. With a gentle push, she entered, heading straight for the elevator and pressing the button for the fifth floor—the designated meeting venue.

With a soft ding, the elevator doors slid open. She stepped out with quiet grace.

Waiting just outside was Richard. The moment he saw her, he sighed in relief and approached with a warm smile.

"It’s been a while," he said, pulling her into a brief, brotherly hug.

"Haven’t we been talking the whole time?" she replied with a raised brow.

"I never said we haven’t. But it’s been a while since I saw you in person." A flicker of sadness crossed his eyes—brief but noticeable.

He had long made peace with the fact that whatever feelings he once had for her would never be returned. Their bond was forged in loyalty and trust, not romance. Maybe that was always how it was meant to be—siblings by choice, not blood.

Jessica caught the look and frowned. "Richie... what’s going on?"

"Nothing’s wrong," he said quickly, masking the expression. He hadn’t expected her to notice.

She studied his face for another second, then nodded, deciding to let it slide. "So... are we good to go?"

"Yes," he said, pushing the door open to the private suite. "Everyone’s inside."

Jessica entered with quiet command. Her cap cast a shadow over her face, giving her an air of mystery. She moved like a silent force, her posture composed and confident.

The private suite was tastefully arranged: a large polished mahogany table at the center, surrounded by high-backed leather chairs. The lighting was soft but clear, casting a focused ambiance. Thick curtains and soundproof walls provided complete privacy.

To the side, a small refreshment station offered water, coffee, and snacks. A sleek screen on the wall was prepped for presentations. Notepads and pens were placed neatly in front of each seat.

As the door closed behind her, heads turned. Quiet murmurs broke out among the team members.

"Whao... she’s so young."

"She’s the boss?"

"I can’t believe I finally get to see her in person."

"She’s always so mysterious... no one even knows her real name. Just ’Lady Bright.’"

They whispered in awe, caught between reverence and curiosity. But Jessica remained calm, scanning the room with cool detachment.

"Let’s begin," she said softly, her voice like silk—but every syllable carried weight.

The murmurs ceased immediately. Several of the younger men shifted in their seats, their composure cracking briefly under the unexpected impact of her presence.

Richard sat beside her, giving a brief summary of the meeting’s purpose. When he finished, silence fell like a curtain.

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