Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption novel Chapter 303

Chapter 303: You are sitting in the wrong seat...

Dressed in a sharp black suit with a silver tie, and a brown wool coat draped elegantly over his broad shoulders, Davis Allen exuded an aura of quiet dominance.

His presence wasn’t loud—it was commanding. Each step he took was strong, deliberate, and unapologetically graceful, sending a ripple through the growing crowd outside the Allen Group headquarters.

His long, measured strides and godlike features turned heads. The morning sun caught in his chiseled jawline, illuminating the piercing steel of his cold eyes—unreadable, yet arresting.

His aura was icy and intimidating, but captivating in a way that made people instinctively stand straighter and move aside.

Gasps and hushed voices trailed in his arrival.

"Wahoo! He is really the proud son of heaven."

"I thought it was the crippled Allen heir."

"If he’s the Allen grandson, why is he walking?

"Wasn’t he paralyzed after the accident?"

"Didn’t his fiancée leave him for another man?"

"Hasn’t he been relegated to the background since the accident and never taken part in the Allen family affairs?

"Wasn’t there a report that he’d willingly given up his position?"

"I heard he is no longer the favoured son of the old man and was forced to."

"It is not surprising, that is always the attitude of the rich families."

"I heard he willingly stepped down from his position. No way this man before us is him."

Despite the murmurs around him, Davis stood tall. His coat rippled slightly in the morning breeze.

He looked up at the towering Allen Group building—the embodiment of his parents’ sweat and blood, carried forward by his own effort.

He took a deep breath and made a silent promise to himself.

"You’re all wrong. He is the Allen grandson."

The crowd turned to see a man pushing through with his phone held up—on the screen, a grainy photo of Davis, seated in a wheelchair at the airport upon his return from Noveria.

A heavy silence fell.

Everyone stared at the man before them, then at the photo, then back again. The resemblance was undeniable—but the transformation was staggering.

For a second, everything stopped.

Davis stepped forward, his movements fluid and confident. There was no trace of injury, no hint of frailty.

Walking at his side were Ethan and two members of the elusive Shadow Team, cloaked in black suits, their expressions unreadable and aura—a clear warning, you don’t come further.

A glance at Davis testifies he was every inch the Allen family heir; reborn, imposing and untouchable.

The security guards at the entrance straightened as he approached.

Several executives heard the commotion and peered out from the glass walls of the lobby. Some adjusting their ties, others holding their breath.

He didn’t slow down. He didn’t speak.

He entered the building, every step calculated and controlled. Behind him, shocked whispers rose again:

"He’s walking without help."

"Isn’t he supposed to be stepping down today?"

"I thought Desmond had already taken over."

He stepped inside leaving them gobsmacked. 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺

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