Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption novel Chapter 346

Chapter 346: Should I say, am faced with karma?

With a deep sigh, Vera picked up the phone, not that she was willing, but the fact that she was inescapable.

If by any chance she rejected picking up the phone, she would receive a carefully drafted message issuing a series of instructions, and when she claimed not to have heard or read the message, a designated guard would be sent to convey it personally.

In summary, in whatever way she tried to avoid it, in the end, the message would definitely find its way to get across to her.

With her hand sliding across the screen, the call was picked up.

"Hello... Dad," she greeted calmly, even though her heart was raging with fury.

"Vera, Davis resumes office today," he stated, his voice laced with calm and certainty.

It was not a hidden fact. It was as clear as day he had only called to confirm what was known.

From his voice, Vera drew up her conclusion. There was a reason for the call, and it wouldn’t be far from the old matter.

"Yes, Dad," she answered.

"With him back in the office, I believe the completion of that task will be much easier, since the old man Allen will let go of the item for him to work on."

Vera kept quiet for a while. She wondered if Sylas could ever see past the purpose she could serve or the gain they could benefit.

Even at this point, none of them had given it a consideration of how she would be feeling working together with a man who had nearly married her but due to schemes had nearly lost his life, while she, his fiancée, had to continue with the plot and got together with his cousin.

Initially, she had always felt it was for the good of the family and had willingly danced to their tune, yet time and time again, she had been disappointed.

It had always turned out she was never in their line of thought, never in the picture, and never in their hope of a better tomorrow.

Her breath hitched, her nose tingled lightly, yet she held herself back. She couldn’t let them see her break.

Noting her silence, Sylas paused briefly. "Are you listening to me?" he thundered, with Vera taking the phone away from her ear to save her eardrum.

She took a deep breath. "Dad, Davis wants the report of the Alpha project our family is handling," she stated.

Sylas fell into silence. After a brief pause, "You give him a report," he said.

"Dad, you and I know this project is non-existent and was never real. How do I write such a report? Davis will definitely find out," she almost shouted, but with the knowledge of her still in the office, she suppressed her voice.

"Vera, return home for dinner," he stated, and before she could process the instructions and give a response, she was met with the beeping sound, the call had been disconnected.

Vera stared at the phone in her hand, her eyes reddened. "Should I say, I am faced with karma?" she muttered.

~Evening~

Leaving the Brown family, Jessica felt several emotions coursing through her, several thoughts racing through her mind that she felt her head throbbing.

"What happens if it turns out George isn’t my father?"

"How did the Anderson family enter into the picture?"

"What exactly had transpired?

"Is Julian being misled by someone?"

"But then, with his status and connection, he must have investigated the situation?"

"Yet, why is he just coming now?"

"Should I really be wary of his claim?"

"But then, those eyes and hair could only be genetic, yet they are so similar."

"Bella just reunited with her brother; am I supposed to expect a reunion?"

"I am not sure my mother was aware of this son."

"George, what really happened?" she mused as she held up the sachet with George’s hair before her.

Jessica took a deep breath before putting it away. She rubbed her temples briefly before she refocused her gaze outside the window as she took in the scenery as it blurred past.

Her phone dinged, and a notification popped up on her phone; she quickly scanned through the message, which was from a subordinate, and a cold smirk curled up her lips.

"It seems Clara wouldn’t wait for so long," she murmured.

She glanced briefly at the clock on her phone screen. Her brow raised in surprise. She didn’t expect the day to have gone this far.

"I guess it is time to get off work, and it wouldn’t be surprising to find him at his desk, engrossed with work," she murmured.

"Drive to the Allen Group," she said to the driver.

"Yes, Ma’am," the driver responded. He slowed down as he arrived at an intersection, and with clear precision, he joined the other road as they headed towards the Allen Group.

After a few minutes, Jessica’s car arrived at the Allen Group, with the guards opening the gate.

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