Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption novel Chapter 302

Chapter 302: Who ever said you were good?

In the quiet of the modified luxurious car as it sped toward the Allen Group Headquarters, Davis Allen sat in the back seat, his expression grim, the faint hum of the engine a backdrop to his thoughts.

The tinted windows revealed only streaks of morning sunlight filtering through tall city buildings. Davis took his time to monitor the trending news online. His jaw was set, his fists clenched, and his brow furrowed in confusion.

He couldn’t understand the motive behind Desmond releasing such false news of Elders Allen being hospitalized to the public. What exactly was he trying to achieve?

He had spoken with Elder Allen as soon as he got into the car that morning, and everything had seemed fine.

Trusting the place, he lodged him after the discharge, he is quite sure Desmond had no idea of the Old man’s situation.

"Anyway, we play it by the ear." He concluded.

"Do you have the report from the Noveria branch?" Davis asked.

"Yes, sir," Ethan responded from the front seat.

"Give me a copy," he muttered.

His gaze shifted to his personal car ahead which had turned to a decoy, trailed closely by an unfamiliar vehicle. Davis narrowed his eyes and shook his head.

He dialed out, connecting to his subordinate through the Bluetooth system. "Try losing that car. Let’s see what happens."

The subordinate responded promptly, increasing speed. The trailing car matched pace.

As Davis watched the situation unfold, memories of his accident began to resurface—sharp, unwelcome. The violent spin, the blaring horn, the unbearable silence that followed.

He was even surprised, he could recollect the scene of the accident without falling into shock as usual, his lips curled up.

Through the Bluetooth, he gave another set of instructions. "Don’t cross the next junction. Instead, divert right at. the. very. last. second."

Just as he expected, the lead car accelerated toward the junction as the traffic light changed, but the car tailing them didn’t move an inch. At the last moment, the driver veered to the right. A truck zoomed through the intersection, its headlights glaring and horn blaring across the street.

Watching the scene made his breath hitch, his chest tightening. He didn’t want to imagine what the situation would have been if the driver had maintained going straight.

"I think we’ve confirmed what we needed to," Davis said. "Return home slowly."

The subordinate was surprised but didn’t voice any questions. Silently, he turned the car around and headed back to the estate and the tailing car followed it immediately.

Davis then connected with the shadow team. "Follow that car. Don’t lose sight of its occupants," he instructed.

A cold smirk touched his lips. "Desmond, Desmond... Do you think I’ll fall for the same kind of plot again?" he murmured.

Wouldn’t that make him a fool? Davis shook his head. He admitted he’d been careless before—and that had allowed Desmond’s first scheme to succeed but this time he chose to beat him at his own game.

With resolve glistening in his eyes, he glanced at the driver "Speed up. We need to get to the Allen Group immediately," he instructed calmly.

Dialing Jessica, he asked, "Babe, are you driving yourself or using a driver?"

"Using a driver. I’ve got a few things to handle, so I can’t drive."

"It’s okay. Use a car without the Allen crest."

"I wasn’t planning on using any of the ones from the garage," she replied. "I doubt they haven’t been tampered with, especially since the maintenance team was here two days ago."

Davis’s brow furrowed, his gut twisting. "Maintenance? Two days ago?" he repeated.

"Yeah. Didn’t you know?" she asked, surprised.

"It slipped my mind... but now that you mention it, something feels off," he murmured.

"Hubby, can you just focus on your meeting? We’ll talk about this when you return," she said gently.

Davis nodded and ended the call. His eyes met Ethan’s in the rearview mirror. "Who approved maintenance this month?"

"It was already scheduled. Every maintenance session happens on that date, and the company covers the charges," Ethan explained, frowning in thought.

"Check the crew that came in," Davis ordered. "The utility room stores tools and spare parts and you picked that device from there, I doubt if it’s just a coincidence." He took a deep breath before continuing "So, Investigate any irregularities."

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