Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 344: Grandpa, I have made a decision...

With Ethan exiting the office, Davis took a deep breath, bracing himself to face the day's work when his phone, which he had placed on the desk, buzzed.

He glanced lightly at the screen, and with the familiar n"Grand Father" flashing on the screen.

He dropped everything he was doing to pick up the call.

"Grandpa," he greeted, his voice respectful and laced with a tinge of both amusement and anticipation.

"Davis," Elliot called, his voice somber and weary.

Davis paused lightly. It seemed the purpose of his calling this twasn't simple.

"What is the problem?" he asked while he paid attention to the flickering of emotions he felt from him across the phone.

Elliot sighed. "I have looked into the matter you askedto," he started.

Davis stood up from his chair and walked over to the floor-to-ceiling window, his gaze taking in the scenery of the city and its towering buildings.

"What did you find?" he asked.

He had already braced himself for whatever result his investigation might bring forth.

With his hransacked, Jessica attacked, Aaron missing, and with his grandfather's subtle words about the vault and the safe.

Davis understood that the matter might just be beginning rather than ending as he hoped.

But then, he wants to understand the stakes so as not to compromise the peace and security of the Allen family and his wife for anything.

It was with this decision that he had asked his grandfather to make use of his connection to investigate the situation with the purpose of not alerting the enemy.

But now noticing the somberness of his voice left him wondering what he had discovered.

While he was still considering what it might be, Elliot's words filtered through the speaker.

"Desmond had already gone farther than you could imagine. His greed and quest for a rightful position had left him to be used as a weapon of destruction for the Allen family." "I understand," Davis said.

He already had a premonition since the beginning, but it seems Desmond had forgotten that when the house is torn down, he will even be homeless. Davis mused.

"For everyone he is connected with, he gives them a promise..." Elliot paused lightly.

"What promise?" Davis asked.

Thinking deeply, he had the feeling that this promise might be something the Allen family couldn't be able to afford or a treasure the Allen family values so much.

Davis stared out the window, his face was expressionless, but his heart thumped with dread.

"He promised them the blueprint of the research Siri and Alex were working on before their death." "What?" Davis asked.

"Why should he promise such?" "Why is he more interested to see that we lost the prototype?" "What was the purpose and what does he stand to gain?" Several questions rocketed through Davis's mind at that minute.

Though this research had been sealed off by the Old Man Allen that even in his previous years in office, he was unaware and had not even had the opportunity of studying it, not to talk about advancement.

"Like I said, he was used due to his greed and quest for authority. And out of desperation, he had done all those things. "Elliot explained.

"Then that simply means the enemies he had succeeded in creating forsurpassed ones I had earlier." Davis contemplated.

"Exactly. And you must be careful." "Alright. I wouldn't disappoint you." "Concerning that research, if handled cautiously, will help the Allen group grow higher and pass through this difficult period." Davis pressed his brows lightly. "The patent right might be difficult to keep and if kept cwith a high risk," he said.

"You can definitely find your way around it," Elliot said.

Davis paused briefly. Though his parents had never mentioned that research at that time, with his recent findings and discoveries, it seemed to be a high-risk venture.

"Grandpa, I have made a decision," he said.

"Whatever you decide, you have my support," Elliot said, his tone laced with regret.

Since he couldn't be there for Siri, he will be there for the son she left behind with the Raven's name.

"I will complete the research and the full development. I think that is the only way to end the problem," Davis said.

Since the point of all the problems had been linked to this one gift, this one prototype, and this one venture, then he has to end it and end it quickly.

"One more thing, you particularly need to investigate what happened in the course of the research and testing," Elliot suggested.

He had always felt that research might have offended someone or might have hurt someone, and with Desmond's attitude, he might likely not clean up the mess and compensate properly.

Or, he might have even taken the money out of the company in the nof compensation, and at the end of the day, it will end up in his pocket.

"I have done a bit of it and will also send out a new team for that," Davis answered.

"Then, finally congratulations on being back to the office," he said.

Though he was engaged and couldn't visit Country Y, he gets the report of the incidents happening there, and anything that isn't clear, he calls and asks.

With official matters over, Elliot sighed deeply over the phone.

"Alright, when are you bringing my granddaughter-in-law hofficially?" Elliot.

"Shouldn't you be saying when is she bringinghome? You spent decades with her, and are you still requesting for official return?" Davis smirked.

"Davis Raven, my granddaughter-in-law had to visit and be introduced properly," he said.

"Alright, I have heard, but at the moment she couldn't travel and you know," Davis snickered.

At least for once, he will win over Elliot.

"Alright, you take good care of her. I will visit soon. I still have to settle the score with Allen about my daughter." "You will do that when he is out of hospital," Davis said lightly.

They both chatted for a while before the call ended. Taking in the panoramic view of the cityscape, he sighed. "I will take a trip to the Old House. I have to see what is in that vault." ~Elsewhere~ Julian's car slowly pulled into the parking lot of the hotel he had been staying at since his arrival.

He stepped out of the car, making his way into the hotel, followed by Maxwell, who, like in other times, had to run after him just to catch up with his long strides.

By the tthey stepped into the room, several beads of sweat had already gathered on his forehead.

But that wasn't just the problem, but the fact that Julian's face since he finished reading the report had undoubtedly clouded over as though a heavy storm had gathered.

The chill emanating from his body had kept both him and the driver on their toes. He wouldn't doubt the driver must have sighed with relief since he left the car.

Maxwell need not be told the reason.

His sister had been wronged by the Brown family, a family that inalm regards are not even worthy of her, and more chilling was the knowledge that his mother had died unjustly while George took no tto bring back the mistress. With a swift move, his suit was thrown off his body. "Buy a house close to her area," he said.

Maxwell's eyes widened a bit. "Aren't we..." he wanted to say something but stopped midway as Julian's icy glance settled on him.

He wouldn't dare to provoke him to wrath. "I will do so, but it's quite expensive..." he said.

Maxwell, assuming the house was just meant for a temporary stay, had wanted to explain the cast of the houses in that area out of goodwill, only to be met by Julian's question which left him stumped. "Am I less expensive, or the Anderson group can't afford it?" he asked.

Cold sweat broke out on his body. He swallowed hard and schooled himself to keep calm.

How will he say the young heir of Anderson, whose fortunes in Country Z couldn't be actually estimated? How can he say the Anderson group, whose GP and export can comfortably keep the country's economy afloat, couldn't afford a house? Wouldn't that be ridiculous? While he was still thinking on how to correct the blunder and save his head from this ancestor, his voice snapped him out of his daze.

"Those young men's confession, I need it at this moment," he said.

Maxwell nodded lightly, yet he shivered lightly as he recalled the gruessight of the men before they lost their breath.

Though they were trained assassins, yet they had been tortured so badly that even Maxwell, who had losm count of how many times he had witnessed the pains and agony of the few betrayers and enemies of Julian that his men took care of, couldn't help shivering. Julian had really been crazy. Usually, his guards handled the torture of any culprit, but for a hand that lies on his sister, he will settle the score personally.

Maxwell wouldn't doubt those young men to have so many regrets as they left to the world beyond. They would have regretted so much on why they weren't aware of someone secretly protecting her.

"Prepare a partnership proposal to visit the Allen Group. I want to see the stock of a man who was able to let her stay after she was forced to marry," he instructed.

Maxwell nodded lightly as he took his leave to handle these tasks personally.