Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption novel Chapter 383

Chapter 383: Brewing storm

The morning light filtered through the wide windows, its rays scattering into brilliant strips of color across the room.

Jessica’s phone blared into the quiet, dragging her from a restless slumber.

She stirred, groaning softly, and groped across the nightstand until her fingers found the device. Before she could swipe, the call ended.

She exhaled, long and tired, and collapsed back onto the pillows, one hand cradling her aching forehead. Her eyes were rimmed with redness.

The night had been restless. Several hours of brutal tossing and turning, the weight of too many thoughts pressed her down till the early hours of the morning.

Her head spun as she mentally drew up a schedule for herself.

Visit the hospital.

Check on Lady Matilda.

Take a trip to the Santiago Group.

Take a trip to check the group’s quarter review.

Get some designs ready to meet people’s orders.

She sighed as the list seemed endless.

Tapping lightly on her phone, she whispered to herself, "He should have arrived by now."

With a swift dial, she tried Davis’ number, but it didn’t connect. She dropped a quick text. Just as she set the phone down, it buzzed again.

The message was from a subordinate at the Group:

There is a board meeting this morning.

"Meeting?" Jessica muttered, brows furrowing.

Before Davis left, they had gone over the itinerary together. All formal meetings had been cleared.

And certain matters that might need his attention had been put on hold.

"Who scheduled the meeting?" she asked when she called back.

"The vice president, Vera."

Jessica’s lips curved into a cold smile. "Vera?"

"Yes. It’s slated for nine o’clock. According to her memo, it’s urgent."

"Fine. Keep me updated if there are changes."

"That’s okay. If there is any change, inform me."

Dropping the call, Jessica’s brow furrowed harder as she thought of the possible reasons why Vera should be scheduling a meeting.

"Vera, I really hope you don’t push my buttons. Davis might have left the country, but I am still very much in the country to witness your moves," she murmured.

She glanced at the clock again, the clock read just past eight. "One hour. That’s great."

She left the bed hoping to get herself ready when her phone buzzed again. The number looked both familiar and unfamiliar.

With a swipe across the phone she picked. "Hello ma’am," a cold, emotionless voice greeted.

"Hello," she replied.

Her brain cells doing a quick marathon to place the voice amongst the few contacts she had, but there’s none.

"I tried to reach the president on phone, but the contact was off," he reported.

At the sentence, Jessica’s brow furrowed with realization. "Assistant Luke," she greeted, her voice soft and warm.

"Yes," he answered in affirmation.

"He left for the summit on a last-minute decision. Is there something you can’t handle yourself?" she asked, studying the edges of his voice, probing.

She really wanted to find out the state of this man’s heart.

The first time she assessed him, she was certain she was capable of running a company as large as the Allen Group.

Calling her at this moment wasn’t strictly to find out about Davis’ trip.

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