Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption novel Chapter 298

Chapter 298: What’s the problem?

Hearing the question, the voice at the other end of the line paused briefly.

"What happened?" Richard asked, his voice tight with anxiety as it filtered through the phone’s speaker.

Davis frowned slightly. "She was attacked," he said, his voice controlled, revealing nothing.

A sharp gasp broke through the line. Davis could already picture Richard’s expression—shock-stricken, pale, a hand probably pressed to his forehead.

"Impossible... Impossible!" Richard murmured repeatedly, as if trying to reject the news by sheer will.

Davis waited, calm but alert. Their paths had become intertwined through the same woman, and over time, Davis had come to regard Richard with the cautious but sincere respect one reserves for a brother.

"What exactly happened?" Davis asked, his voice steady but low with intensity. His mind was already set. He would get to the bottom of this. Whoever had a hand in it, no matter how deeply buried—would be brought into the light.

Richard took a deep breath. "Is she okay?" he asked, trying to compose himself. His voice was firm, but Davis could hear the strain beneath.

Richard couldn’t afford to raise suspicion. Tension between them could fracture the fragile balance they shared. Besides, being a man with his feelings, he couldn’t afford them having a rift when they are clearly bound by her.

"She’s okay for now," Davis replied coldly. "But that doesn’t mean she’s safe. Someone planned this. And I intend to find out who."

Richard exhaled slowly. "Alright. I’ll investigate from this end too," he said. Then, after a moment’s pause, he began narrating his account.

After his earlier conversation with Davis, Richard had ended the call and rushed out of the suite. He took the elevator, but a mechanical malfunction caused a ten-minute delay before it resumed its descent.

By the time he exited, she was gone. No trace. No clue. No sign of struggle. Just silence.

He had called her number, hoping to update her and take her home, but she declined the call—something she only did when she was truly occupied or didn’t want to talk.

Hearing this, Davis’s brow furrowed. "It sounds... premeditated," he murmured, a knowing smirk curling at the edge of his lips.

Richard sighed. "I thought the same. Someone’s watching her. Tracking her. But who?"

Davis was silent for a beat. "I just needed to hear what happened," he finally said. "I’ll pursue things from my end and if you get a hold on anything, do well to inform me."

"Same here," Richard responded, and the call ended.

Davis leaned back in his chair, eyes closed for a moment as he twirled a pen between his fingers. His mind was racing, threading through fragments of events.

The elevator incident. Her vanishing in ten minutes. All communication lines to her and the villa dead.

He opened his eyes, sharp with focus.

"No. This isn’t just Desmond’s doing," he muttered, rubbing his temple. "This reeks of something bigger."

A knock tapped softly at the door.

"Come in," Davis called.

Ethan stepped into the study, silent and observant. He took a deep breath and stood silently waiting for instructions.

Davis glanced toward him. "Aren’t you sitting?"

Ethan sat. "Did you look into it?"

Ethan nodded. "Just a bit of progress so far. But we’ll have to unravel this carefully."

Davis nodded in agreement.

"I also found this," Ethan said, pulling out a black chip about the size of a phone and handing it over.

Without hesitation, Davis picked up his phone and dialed a number. After brief pleasantries, he spoke. 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

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