Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption novel Chapter 313

Chapter 313: How terrible your instincts are..

Richard stood beside Davis, his gaze sweeping over the fitting room that had once been packed with wardrobe racks and shimmering fabrics. Now, it was disturbingly empty. His pulse raced as the implications sank in. Davis sighed, his jaw clenched and nostrils flaring with silent rage.

"Who gave the report that the items in the room were missing?" Davis asked, his tone clipped and cold.

"After witnessing the situation with the models, I had a feeling things wouldn’t end there. So I contacted every department to check the state of things. That was when I got the report," Richard replied.

He hesitated, then added, "But by the time I arrived here, the young man who gave the report was nowhere in sight. I’ve been trying his number ever since, but it hasn’t gone through."

He didn’t want to start drawing conclusions yet—solving the problem was more urgent than investigating it for now.

Davis said nothing for a moment. He strode to the door, slowly twisted the handle and it fell off in his hand.

Richard blinked, startled. His mouth opened slightly, but no words came. "How did it come off? I opened the door with a key earlier, both when I first arrived and just now."

"It’s possible it was tampered with by someone experienced," Davis replied flatly.

He turned and walked back into the room. His eyes scanned each corner, sweeping over the floor and every surface that might have been touched or disturbed or feet might have stepped.

"Don’t you think the materials were smuggled out some hours before daybreak?" Davis asked without turning.

Richard nodded. "I had the same suspicion. These materials were confirmed to be in place late last night."

"Who confirmed it?"

"I did," Richard answered.

Richard thought back. He had seen a hotel staff member loitering on the floor, claiming he was delivering something to a guest but had mistaken the room. The excuse had felt innocent and flimsy then, but with everything that followed, it now felt suspicious. much.

"Did you notice anything odd?" Davis asked, noticing the slight tension that crept into Richard’s face as his brow furrowed in thought.

"A staff member passed by but his gaze was aversive," Richard admitted.

Davis turned his gaze toward the ceiling. The camera was mounted at an angle that should have covered the entire floor. "It seems the camera wasn’t just tampered with. It was destroyed."

Richard cursed under his breath.

"I’ve thought of a solution," Richard began quickly. "We could replace the missing outfits with some of the company’s stocked designs. At least we’ll have something to work with." He suggested

But even as he spoke, he knew it wouldn’t be that simple. Measurements would need to be adjusted, selections made, and transportation arranged—all while the clock was ticking.

"There’s no need for that," Davis said coldly.

Richard stared at him, confused. "What do you mean?"

"You should go ahead and handle other matters. I’ll let you know when it’s time to pick them up."

"P-Pick up?" Richard asked, bewildered.

"What? Isn’t that what you do when you’re getting something?" Davis replied dryly.

Richard exhaled heavily. Pick up or receive—it didn’t matter anymore as long as the show didn’t collapse.

"I think the models should be arriving soon. I’ll go meet them," he said, then exited the room.

Davis took a calming breath and scanned the room one last time before turning on his heel toward the exit. Ethan followed silently, deep in thought about how to help resolve the situation.

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