Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

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 tand tagain, 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 hfor 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 tto 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.

Her car drove into the compound. As the driver turned off the ignition, she retrieved her black glasses and slid them on.

For one reason, it hides her expression, giving her ample opportunity to have her gaze on anyone as she carefully studies them.

Taking a glance at the entrance of the lounge, she noticed the staff already clocking off, while sof them were already coming out of the building.

Slowly, she stepped out of the car, her phone in her hand. With a thud, the door of the car was shut, and she leaned on the car, her legs crossed over the other, her aura cold and intimidating even from the distance.

She glanced around the company as she sighed, but then she decided to wait for Davis to cdownstairs, since it would be a waste of tgoing up.

Her arrival and presence left several persons whispering about her identity and who she was probably waiting for.

Noting a few special guards with her, nobody dared to approach and enquire.

One of the staff glanced at the car insignia and quickly retracted his gaze.

"That should be Davis's car. Is this the rumoured wife?" he asked, his voice not loud yet audible enough to fall on the others' ears.

"It can't be that she is the lady boss?" "I guess she is." "Wahoo!, but wouldn't she be going upstairs?" "What do you know? She isn't here for a visit but for a pickup from work." "I am envious." Meanwhile, Davis was in his office, deeply engrossed in his work, when Ethan knocked lightly and pushed the door open.

His gaze scanned the busy man, who was unaware of the commotion going on downstairs. He shook his head. "Madam is downstairs," he said.

Davis lifted his head to look at him. "What? Jessica?" he asked with doubt.

"If she is here, why didn't she call?" he asked, but Ethan could only shrug. He couldn't answer that question, because just like his unreadable boss, his wife wasn't an exception.

They both did things you couldn't predict.

Without any further ado, he left his seat, picking up his phone on the desk as he took long strides towards the door.

His heart thumped with both anticipation and happiness.

Recalling the work scattered all over the desk, he paused at the door to issue brief instructions about them.

"Ethan, tidy the desk and bring back the other car," he instructed as the door shut behind him.

Ethan, looking at the pile of work on the desk, sighed. "It seems all these should be going hto be completed," he murmured as he began tidying the desk. Just as Davis stepped into the hallway, Vera was also stepping out of the office.

"Davis, you are leaving?" she asked with a smile.

But he only glanced lightly at her and stepped into the elevater as the door closed. Mera Nafted it from closing as she slid her hand in between. "Please, letride with you," she said as she stepped into the elevator.

"It has been a hectic day," she said, but then Davis paid her no mind. It was as though she was talking to an empty elevator.

Rather, a smile tugged at his lips. He didn't know it was already ttoget off work, but they get then he felt happy to have someone coming to wait for him to get home. Not getting any response from him, Vera looked up, only to notice the smile playing on his lips.

Her brow furrowed with thought as she wondered what it was that made him smile.

The elevator dinged its arrival downstairs, and he stepped out without a second's glance at her.

She followed suit, intending to walk beside him. Her gaze flicked to him lightly as she smiled, but then noticed his gaze was trained elsewhere.

She followed his line of sight and saw a lady leaning on the body of a car, busy with her phone, while a few staff gathered.

A glance at her showed her to be oblivious of the whispers going around her. Vera's fist clenched, her smile wiped off her face.

After a second thought, she decided to follow up with the hurrying Davis. Several of the workers made way for him as he walked past.

Vera followed, keeping up with his strides, but just before he would stop in front of Jessica, she missed her footsteps and lurched forward.

Davis sidestepped her, swiftly pulling Jessica into his embrace, shielding her from whatever impact. Vera's heart skipped a beat as she expected the impact, but then a guard helped keep her from hitting the floor. Catching her breath, she stared at Davis's broad back, with Jessica out of his embrace, as he anxiously checked on her.

A bitter smile tugged at her lips.

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