Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption novel Chapter 388

Chapter 388: Visiting an Old friend...

As Ethan exited the room, Davis drew in a long breath, his chest rising slowly. He walked to the window, pulled the curtain aside, and let a sharp ray of sunlight flood the dim space.

The brilliance illuminated his sharp features, though his expression remained unreadable, his gaze was distant, cold, fixed on the blue sky above as if searching for answers hidden within its vastness.

His arms folded across his chest, one finger tapping against his other arm in a steady rhythm. His brows furrowed in deep contemplation..

"Sylas Louis, Sylas Louis, I was thinking of giving you more time before settling the scores, yet you lacked self-awareness and went as far as plotting against me when I just left the country on business.

"He clicked his tongue twice. "Tsk, tsk. Truly laughable."

He pulled out his phone from his pocket and placed a call to the police chief through a secured line.

"Hello, this is Davis," he said immediately after the call was picked up. 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

"Mr. Allen," the police chief greeted, his tone neither overbearing nor humble.

"I’m calling in respect of Vera Allen," Davis said through gritted teeth.

He really wanted to see the guts of the Louis family this time.

In years past, he might have dismissed their schemes as the antics of in-laws testing boundaries.

But this time was different. Since they were already bold enough to move further, bold to plot his destruction, bold to repeat the scheme of the years.

They had stepped far beyond the limits of tolerance. If destruction was what they sought, he was prepared to give them their wish.

Because they had long lost such privilege to treat the Allen family as pawns in their games and hoped nobody would question their guts.

"While she remains in your custody, I hope you can stop anyone from paying her a visit," Davis instructed.

He wouldn’t want to lose this crucial axe that would be used in getting the Louis family on their knees.

With the little he had come to know about Sylas, he was not just cold-hearted but also black-hearted; otherwise, his greed wouldn’t have engineered him to work against his father when they were both friends.

"Do you have a reason for that?" he asked.

Davis rubbed his brow in frustration. "To keep her alive until I go to court."

"Fair deal," the police chief responded.

It wasn’t unusual for "visits" to end with sudden deaths which are eliminations disguised as unfortunate accidents.

Puppets who had outlived their usefulness were often erased, leaving the police to shoulder the blame.

After outlining the terms of the investigation, Davis ended the call. He slipped the phone back into his pocket just as Ethan appeared at the door.

"The arrangements are ready," Ethan said.

Davis gave a curt nod and turned away from the window. "Let’s go."he said as he strode towards the door and Ethan followed him out.

The driver took the wheel as they stepped out of the hotel, Ethan settling at the front seat and Davis at the rear.

Fully boarded the driver turned on the ignition as the car slowly left the hotel and joined the traffic with Davis sharing the direction they were supposed to head to.

The driver nodded in acknowledgement as he stepped harder on the gas pedal, and the car raced towards one of the prestigious estates in Country Z.

After one hour of a steady speed on the highway, Davis’ car diverted to the left side of the traffic before it began making its way up a long, hilly driveway.

His thoughts raced as he took in the familiar, dominant, and powerful terrain. Some years back, he had always visited this location twice, once or thrice every year as the case might be.

With several security checkpoints along the way and some faces now unfamiliar, he had to pass through the rigorous process of repeating the same name that had been registered over the years. "Dave Raven."

The road was bordered on both sides by a beautifully crafted boulevard, its trees tall and strong lined the path like watchful sentinels.

The sunlight filtering through the leaves cast colorful rays of light onto the moving cars as they sped by.

Finally, the car approached the large, towering main gate and slowed slightly.

With no insignia on the car, it couldn’t go in without clarification. Slowly, Davis rolled down the window.

A uniformed guard stepped forward, his piercing gaze fell on Davis for scrutiny, but at the sight of the familiar cold face he had known over the years, he gave a curt nod as he stepped back.

With a soft click, the gate opened smoothly, and the car drove into the vast castle estate that stretched over several kilometers.

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