Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption novel Chapter 308

Chapter 308: The Shares —her betrothal gifts...

True to their word, it was an update. With a furrowed brow, the board members stared at the exaggerated titles dancing on their phone screens, then clicked the news.

#Elder Allen, healthy and sound, not in hospital. Desmond fools the public.#

#Desmond discovered plotting the death of his brother—click for evidence.

#An accident or a planned murder? Desmond has questions to answer as the truth is unveiled.

#Was Desmond an Allen or the hand that bit the one who fed him?

#Desmond Allen sued for murder and intentional harm.

#Desmond Allen loses his position as interim president.

Each news update was more damning than the last.

As the board members stared at the cacophony of headlines, their guts twisted. Eyes once filled with admiration now burned with inquisitiveness, disgust, and bitter disappointment.

Desmond felt every stare like a knife to the chest. Noting the unhealthy scrutiny in the room, he slowly pulled out his phone.

His trembling fingers clicked open his news app, but before it could load, the conference room’s projection screen whirred softly and came to life, casting a pale light over the somber boardroom.

On screen appeared a list of internal transactions carried out within the Allen Group under Desmond’s one-year chairmanship.

Each entry was accompanied by sub-notes indicating financial discrepancies, potential conflicts of interest, and funds redirected through shell accounts.

Desmond’s eyes widened. His heart thundered against his ribcage. A sharp pain gripped his chest as he stared at the evidence of his downfall.

His lips parted to speak, but no words came. His hand trembled, and the phone slipped from his grasp, crashing onto the table with a metallic clang that echoed ominously.

His head snapped to the other end of the table, locking eyes with Davis, who hadn’t once looked away since the room fell silent.

"Davis... you’re the one doing this?" Desmond’s voice was low, icy. "Ruining my reputation?"

Davis remained still for a beat, then slowly turned his head. "Uncle, do you think I have that much free time? Besides," he said with unsettling calm, "there are still a lot of explanations you’ll be making."

He leaned slightly forward, his tone chilling. "Uncle... What happened to my parents?"

The question fell like thunder, reverberating in every corner of the room. A chill gripped the air.

Desmond felt it like a sharp, unrelenting slap. His gaze faltered. He looked away, seeking refuge in the eyes of the board, but their glares remained steady, some curious, others horrified.

Was this the end?

He drew a deep breath, steeling himself. No, he wouldn’t let Jessica and Davis steal his legacy. If he had to walk away, he would do so with dignity. He rose to address the room.

"If you will allow me—"

But Jessica’s voice sliced through his attempt like a knife.

"Uncle, don’t you think someone with a clear conscience wouldn’t avoid direct questions? What really happened in the past year?" Her tone was cool, clipped, and unmistakably authoritative. 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

Desmond met her gaze, his eyes narrow. "And who do you think you are to question me?" he snapped, fists clenched at his sides.

Jessica raised a brow, folding her arms across her chest. Her voice, when it came, was cold enough to frost glass. "Uncle, that question shouldn’t be directed at me. Because for one... I’d like to know your level of involvement in the death of my mother—Nora Santiago."

Desmond flinched.

The name struck like a spear. His breath caught in his throat as he stared at her face, finally seeing it, studying it. The shape of her cheekbones. The fire in her eyes. Eyes that belonged to Nora.

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