Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption novel Chapter 83

Chapter 83: Restless night...

Desmond stormed out of the sitting room in a measured step as he struggled to suppress the fury burning within him.

He had hoped the Old man will do something about this lady who keeps on throwing her weight around.

He couldn’t believe it—over something as trivial as a shopping trip, he had lost two of his most loyal staff. It felt surreal, completely unexpected.

Back in his private lounge, he poured himself a glass of champagne, sinking into his chair as he tried to analyze the situation. But then his sinking feeling kept hammering on one word

"Jessica".

How had she managed to turn things around so easily? He needed to understand her role in all of this—was she acting alone, or was someone backing her?

Just as he took a sip of the wine, his phone dinged with an incoming call. He glanced at the caller ID, and in an instant, he felt the blood drain from his face. His grip tightened around the glass as a sense of unease settled over him.

Taking a steadying breath, he answered the call.

"i am listening," he said, his voice low and controlled.

The voice on the other end was sharp, laced with displeasure. "Desmond, what the hell happened? Two of our people gone—do you have any idea what kind of mess this is?"

"Am sorry, it was an oversight." Desmond responded.

"Oversight, you say? How?" The voice queried with authority. Desmond shivered lightly. He couldn’t imagine what it could be talking to the same person in his presence.

Desmond clenched his jaw, swirling the champagne in his glass as he tried to mask his frustration. "It was unexpected. I didn’t anticipate Jessica would act so boldly."

"Jessica?" The voice scoffed. "That woman again? You assured me she was nothing to worry about. But from what I see, she’s proving to be more than just an inconvenience."

"How?" I’m thinking that may be she didn’t do anything and it was due to sheer coincidence. Desmond said. But the eerily silence of the voice in it’s laughter sent shivers down his spine.

Desmond exhaled sharply, his patience thinning. He had underestimated her, dismissed her as just Davis’s insignificant wife.

But time and again, she had disrupted his plans, and now even his allies were questioning his control.

"I will handle her," he said through gritted teeth.

"You better," the caller warned. "Because if you don’t, I wil and when I do....l."

The line went dead, leaving Desmond staringlu0 at his phone, his mind racing.

Setting the glass down with a soft clink, his lips curled into a sinister smirk.

"I think there’s no need of waiting anymore". He murmured.

~Vera’s room~

Vera was livid. She continuously paced the room restlessly, her heels clicking against the floor in sharp, angry beats.

She couldn’t believe that she had constantly lost to Jessica severally— a girl from the countryside and Davis had shut her out so easily, just like that.

She had expected resistance, but not this cold detachment. Though, the situation might have been out of hand but the The Davis she knew had been soft-hearted, understanding—someone who would at least hear her out.

But now, it was as if he had built an impenetrable wall around himself, and no matter how she tried, she couldn’t get through.

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