Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption
Chapter 102: Change of Plans

Chapter 102: Change of Plans

"Take a close look at this," Jessica smirked, sliding the file across the table toward Davis. "I believe it will clear your doubts and answer your questions about the events going on in the Allen Group—things you need to know."

Richard leaned back in his chair, his lips curling in amusement, while Jessica toyed with her phone absentmindedly. Her fingers traced invisible patterns on the screen, but her mind was elsewhere. Thoughts swirled like a vortex, relentless and consuming.

Davis stared at the file in front of him, his chest tightening. He hesitated before picking it up, feeling as though he was holding a hot potato. His grip on the folder was firm, but his hands were slightly clammy. A deep sigh escaped his lips as he lifted his gaze to meet Jessica’s.

"Can you give me a brief rundown of its content?" he asked, his voice calm yet laced with trepidation.

Jessica’s smirk widened, her eyes gleaming with unspoken knowledge. "No, you can carefully study it in your own time," she snickered.

It wasn’t that she couldn’t summarize it for him, but he needed to read and process the information on his own. He needed to face the truth, analyze the situation meticulously, and decide his course of action.

She wasn’t just handing him a file—she was pushing him toward responsibility. Davis had spent too long avoiding the weight of his name, allowing others to dictate his fate.

It was time he reclaimed his place. She wanted him to be the Davis Allen everyone once respected, the man whose story would be a lesson for generations to come.

Before he could probe further, Jessica smoothly changed the subject. "Now, about the attack," she said, shifting forward. Her fingers tapped lightly against the wooden surface of the table, a steady rhythm as she calculated her next words.

"I instructed Richard to dump the car in an unknown area—somewhere it can eventually be traced," she explained lightly.

Davis’s brows furrowed, his gaze unwavering. "And then?" he pressed.

Jessica met his stare head-on, her expression unreadable. "Well, it’s simple. Your family will discover the vehicle—battered and destroyed. Then, they’ll declare you missing. From there, we move to the next phase."

Davis stilled. His mind struggled to grasp her words. "Missing?" His voice held disbelief, the weight of the plan sinking in.

Jessica nodded, her expression as indifferent as if she were discussing the weather. "Yes. This will give you time to recover and heal and keep the mastermind in a state of calm uncertainty."

"Calm and uncertain?" he muttered under his breath. His breathing grew heavier as he processed the implications. Of all the possible outcomes, this wasn’t one he had anticipated. He never thought he would be declared missing.

Davis shook his head. Jessica never played by the rules.

"Why the sudden change of plans?" he asked, his voice steady despite the turmoil within.

Jessica exhaled, almost as if she were explaining a simple concept to a stubborn student. "Think about it. The attack wasn’t random. Someone wanted you dead," she said, her tone darkening. "But if they believe you’re gone, they’ll lower their guard. It gives us time to strategize while keeping the mastermind off balance."

"Do you really think that’s possible?" he asked, trying to understand how she could be so certain of her deductions.

Jessica met his gaze with eerie calmness. "Yes. This is our best move right now," she said nonchalantly.

The people behind this had always been greedy and impatient. Why not give them what they wanted on a silver platter? Why not let them think they had won? Why not create the illusion of victory, just to watch them grow overconfident?

His fingers curled into a fist. "Are you certain about this?" A part of him wanted to argue, but he had already decided—this was his chance for a fresh start.

Compared to drowning in self-pity, guilt, and depression, disappearing with a purpose sounded far more appealing.

Jessica tilted her head slightly. "To some extent. If they think we survived, they’ll become more aggressive. If they think we’re dead, they’ll celebrate. But if we’re missing..." She smirked. "They’ll be restless."

Davis was silent, contemplating her words.

A thought crossed his mind—one he had dismissed earlier due to the urgency of finding Jessica.

"Tell me about the shadow guards," he said suddenly. His tone was curious but firm.

Jessica arched a brow. "Oh, they’ve always been with you—ever since you started leaving the house," she replied casually.

"I see," Davis muttered. So, she had thought everything through, even without his knowledge.

He exhaled, his gaze drifting back to the file. His instincts screamed that whatever lay within its pages wasn’t child’s play. Slowly, he opened it and started skimming through. His jaw clenched at the details.

"Alright," he finally said, his voice resolute. "I’ll go through it and let you know my decision."

Jessica leaned back, satisfied with his response.

"Regarding the attack... Do you have any suspects?" Davis asked, glancing at Richard. Right now, he had limited resources at his disposal. He had no choice but to rely on whatever information they uncovered.

Jessica shot Richard a look. He immediately understood and straightened from his lounging position.

"The attack wasn’t just an attempt to scare you both," Richard stated. "It was an inside job. A full-scale assassination attempt. They wanted to make sure neither of you left that scene alive."

Davis’s eyes flickered with realization. His grip on the file tightened momentarily before he set it aside. His mind raced, piecing together the information.

Someone from within the Allen family had orchestrated this.

Who among them had the means, the connections, and the audacity to go this far?

His uncle, Desmond? He was the most obvious suspect. But Desmond was calculated, not reckless. Would he really make such a bold move, knowing that all eyes were already on him after the accident?

Or was it Aaron? His cousin—the man who had hovered over the Allen empire like a vulture, waiting for Davis to fall. He never hid his resentment toward Davis.

Davis’s fingers tapped against the table. If the attack had been a direct kill order, it meant someone had decided to stop waiting for his downfall and take action instead.

Jessica and Richard watched him, waiting for his reaction.

Davis took a deep breath, then exhaled slowly. "We need proof of their operation," he said firmly. "I won’t make a move until we confirm who’s behind this."

Jessica nodded approvingly. "Okay by me", she replied. Richard stood up "I think I will run along and attend to other problems". He smirked.

The duo nodded while he turned on his heels "see you at dinner time." He smiled lightly and exited the hall.