Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 142: Signing the document...

Jessica took a deep breathe while considering Davis words. "Yes, | think | know sbits and pieces of her

though | may not recollect unless triggered by an image or emotion." She answered with all seriousness.

Davis shook his head lightly in denial. She never talked her mother’s Family. "What about her family?" He asked.

Jessica's breath hitched in her throat. Her family, her people she don’t know much about them but only had a

connection with her grandmother who she had learned medicine from. Still contemplating her answer, there was

a knock on the door "Dinner is ready." Cthe quiet voice of the maid.

"Alright, set the table." Davis instructed and casting a glance at Jessica on the bed "don’t bother on it, let's eat

50 you can sleep." He said, worry and concern evident in his tone.

After several minutes, they both exited from the room and headed downstairs taking the revamped stairs for

Davis movement. As they stepped into the sitting room, it was quiet except for the faint hum of a news

broadcast coming from the sitting room.

There, lounging on the large velvet sofa, was Richard. He looked worn out. His shirt was slightly rumpled, the top

button undone, and his sleeves rolled halfway up his arms. Papers and a half-empty coffee mug sat on the table

in front of him. The stress of the day was written plainly on his face.

When he saw Jessica wheel Davis in, he sat up immediately, alert. "You're back?" he asked, his eyes flickering

with surprise and concern as they moved from Davis to Jessica.

Jessica gave him a soft nod, clearly exhausted. She didn’t have the energy to speak, but her tired smile said

enough. Richard, however, wasn't used to seeing her like this. The fact that Davis had gone so far as to cancel

her entire schedule today was not just unusual—it was unprecedented.

They moved to the seat opposite him and sat down. Jessica picked sof the papers and quickly scanned

through.

Davis leaned back slightly, his eyes sharp. "Any updates on what's going on at the Allen Group?" he asked, his

voice calm but commanding.

Richard nodded quickly, as if he had been waiting for the question. He reached for a folder on the table and

opened it. "Yes. | have a scheduled meeting with Desmond's representative tomorrow morning. The documents

are all in place, and everything has been prepared. We just need your signature, Davis."

Davis frowned slightly, confused. He had expected updates but not that his signature would be required. His

gaze flicked to Jessica, who sighed deeply and leaned a bit closer to him.

"It’s a bit complicated," she began, her tone laced with tiredness. "Desmond is in a bind. The Investigation

Bureau is breathing down his neck over the discovery about financial irregularities.

He’s desperate to clean up the mess before it escalates and for him not to lose his position. Luckily, We have a

contact in the Bureau, someone who helped us get the accountants in. They reviewed everything and confirmed

a massive deficit. To cover the losses, Desmond agreed to sell part of his shares."

"Sell his shares?" He asked, his gaze boring into her as though seeing her for the first time.

"Yes, the financial situation of the group is in dire straits and funds cannot be pulled from it working capital. To

tidy it up, he needs to inject fund and no investor was willing to walk with him." She analyzed seriously.

Davis nodded slowly, piecing it all together. "So... you gave him money to cover the unpaid taxes. In return, we

get sof his shares."

"Exactly," Richard said. "It’s damage control for him. A huge loss, but it’s his only choice if he wants to avoid

being prosecuted."

Davis's jaw tightened. He didn’t like Desmond—never had. The man was cunning and power-hungry, always

circling for an opportunity. But now, he was finally cornered. Davis felt no sympathy.

"How much of his shares are we talking about?" Davis asked, his voice low.

He still remembered the structure clearly. Before the accident, Desmond had controlled 20% of the shares. Their

grandfather held 35%, making him the majority holder. Aaron had 5%, and Davis owned 15%, with a verbal

promise from their grandfather that he would eventually pass down his shares to him as part of the legacy as

well as his late father’s share.

Richard cleared his throat and responded, "According to our investigation, Desmond sold off 5% of his shares

quietly last year—probably when things started getting messy. That leaves him with 15%. He's now handing over

10% to us to settle his debts. That leaves him with only 5%, and guess what? Aaron and Vera are already circling

that remainder like vultures."

Davis narrowed his eyes. "They want that 5%?"

Richard gave a smug smile. "They're desperate. With Desmond weakened, everyone's scrambling for control.

Aaron sees this as his chance to climb higher. Vera—well, she’s always been more cunning than people give her

credit for. She’s working angles quietly. But that’s not all."

Jessica looked over at Richard sharply. "What do you mean?"

Richard flipped a page in the file and continued. "Desmond tried to approach our grandfather behind the scenes.

He wanted to sell that last 5% to him under the table and disappear clean. But the old man refused. Said it was

tthe younger generation learned from their mistakes."

A ghost of a smile touched Davis's lips. Grandfather Allen was a hard man, but fair. He never tolerated betrayal,

especially from within the family.

"That was the right move," Davis said, his voice firm.

Jessica leaned her head on the armrest, her eyes closed briefly. "It’s a win, but the situation isn’t over. Aaron's

been rallying support from minor shareholders. Vera, too. They're not just interested in Desmond's fall. They're

hoping to shift the balance of power completely."

Davis looked toward Richard. "So with the 10% from Desmond, I'll control 25%, right? If grandfather hands over

his 30%, that gives55%. Enough to take full control."

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"Who?" They asked in unison.

"Mr. Thompson." He chimed, Richard and Jessica took a sharp breathe. Looking at their reactions, he rested his

probing gaze on them.

"Don’t worry, we talk about him later but let's eat." Jessica smirked with a smile diverting the conversation.

"Alright, get Ethan back to the Allen group. He has a lot to do, | think he’s had enough rest rather idling away

here and going after Bella." He said with seriousness.

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