Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption novel Chapter 341

Chapter 341: First day back to the Allen

Julian stood rooted at the same spot as he watched Jessica’s car slowly pull away from the cemetery until he could no longer see her.

He spun on his heels and took the other path, which was where his car was parked alongside his guards.

He boarded the car after a brief glance at the cemetery. With the door shutting with a thud, he left the area.

As he watched the green scenery pass by, his eyes closed, lost in thought.

"Maxwell, I requested information sometime ago on how she ended up being married to the Allen family. Were you able to gather any?" he said.

Maxwell, seated at the front, glanced briefly at the back to respond, but seeing his eyes closed, he took a deep breath. "I have. I will forward it right away."

Within a few seconds, his phone rang with a notification. He slowly opened his eyes. With a swipe across his phone screen, a document opened.

He exhaled lightly as he began to go through the information while his car raced its way to the city.

~Allen Groups~

Davis’ arrival to the group was a formidable one despite how early he left home.

Several media groups and companies, both prominent and minor in the country, were already waiting for him at the Group for the opportunity to interview him

With Desmond’s arrest and his taking over of the group, it was already an established fact that he would be resuming duties today, the first working day of the new week.

Davis’ car slowly pulled up at the front gate, but just as it made a move to enter the company, it was blocked by newsmen.

"Sir, what do we do?" one of his subordinates asked over the car’s Bluetooth.

Ethan and the driver glanced at him. Davis had his head resting on the headrest, his eyes closed and fingers crossed over each other.

"Slowly, move them away," he muttered. At this moment, he wasn’t just about the media.

From the files he had studied through the night, there was actually a lot to be done. From his findings, the Allen Group was hanging barely on a thread.

Outsiders may not know, and the inventors may not feel it since their dividends were coming as at when due, but strangely, Desmond had been running the company with the company’s fixed capital.

To put it mildly, it is bound to be said that the Allen Group, if desperate measures weren’t taken, is already on the verge of bankruptcy.

With his instructions, a few of his security team alighted the car as they gradually made way for the car without hurting anyone.

Some of the media did a live coverage of his arrival to the group to resume work since they could not get him to speak.

In the group, Allen staff lined up in front to welcome him back.

With a slight nod, he answered their greeting before making his way to the private elevator, followed in by Ethan.

In the elevator, Davis glanced briefly at his wristwatch and began issuing several instructions:

"Schedule an urgent meeting with all the administrative heads at 8:00."

"Schedule another with the HR department."

"Inform the R&D of an urgent meeting by 2:00."

"Inform Mr. Willie to put up a notice of staff hiring. An assistant is needed in your position."

As the elevator dinged its arrival, Davis paused briefly before he stepped out of the elevator. With the Secretariat unit already waiting for his arrival, he nodded in response.

Holding onto the door knob, he pushed the door open and stepped in. Closing the door behind him, he stopped at the center of the office.

His eyes narrowed as he took a slow, quiet glance over the office. With just a minimal change done in the office, Davis felt his breath hitch.

His memory spun with recollections of his past years in the office. He couldn’t recollect how many times he had spent the night in the office just to secure a project.

He couldn’t count the days he had gone hungry just to take the group higher.

Taking a glance at the thermos in his hand, a soft smile tugged his lips.

With a confident stride, he walked over to the chair. His hand grazed the table lightly before he settled down just as a knock sounded on the door.

Lifting his gaze to the door, his hand paused briefly as the knock was repeated. This time, he was sure it wasn’t Ethan.

With Ethan’s character, he would only knock, and after a brief pause, would push the door open.

"Come in," he muttered.

The door was pushed in and with a creak it opened wider.

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