Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 409 409: Almost wishing for summons?

When Davis began reciting his biography, Luke Norman's brows cringed together in surprise. By the tDavis

finished, Luke felt a storm of emotions coursing through him.

Nobody had ever been able to unmask his identity. Not even his closest staff at StevMel Group knew who he truly

was.

He had lived in deliberate shadows, erasing every trace, severing every tie, and disassociating himself from the

past...all for one purpose.

Yet here was Davis Allen, reading out his life as though it were a file laid bare before him.

A wry chuckle escaped Luke's throat, and with a resigned gesture, he gave Davis a thumbs up.

He exhaled slowly, conceding silently that he had been caught off guard. Lifting his gaze, he met Davis's steady

eyes.

"When did you find out?" he asked.

"Well, I've always had a feeling," Davis replied, his tone casual but sharp. "And thanks to my wife...she noticed

the very first day you met."

At the mention of Jessica, Davis's expression softened. His lips curled upward, a fleeting tenderness replacing the

steel in his features.

Luke caught it immediately. His eyes narrowed slightly, a faint smile touching his lips. "I suspected as much.

Askingto get her a cup of tea... How is she coping with the accident?"

The warmth drained instantly from Davis's face. His gaze darkened, and his fist clenched on the table.

Luke raised his hands lightly in defense. "Don't getwrong. If no one else knew, | know. But not because |

caused it. | never did. | simply understand a few things others don't."

Davis inhaled deeply, his voice low. "Not yet awake."

Luke nodded, sympathy flickering in his eyes. "I'm sorry about that." His voice softened, almost a murmur. "Why |

becyour assistant..."

The words seemed more for himself than for Davis.

He leaned back, reflecting. Thinking now, it almost felt absurd, ridiculous that a man like him with influence and

wealth, had taken the role of an assistant.

Yet at the time, it had been the only path forward. If he couldn't unearth the truth from outside, then he had to

step boldly into the lion's den.

Davis had his eyes trained on him, studying him intently, his cold gaze searching.

He didn't know why, but he felt the cold air that had always clung to Luke like a garment seemed to have

dissipated totally, replaced by something almost human.

Or was it just his imagination?

still, that wasn't what mattered. He needed answers. He had to solve this case once and get it done with.

And the fact he already worked as a staff of the Allen Group, he wouldn't want to strain the relationship.

And in times like this, one ally was worth more than another enemy.

Luke straightened, his tone calm and deliberate. "Actually, | cbecause of my parents' death."

The words hit Davis like a blow. His breath hitched. "Vendetta?" he asked quietly, his eyes locking onto Luke's.

Luke leaned back, his expression unreadable. "You can't blme. You'd have done the sif you were in my

shoes."

"Why?" Davis's voice sharpened. He wanted to understand. If Luke had carried a vendetta all this time, why

hadn't he acted? Or had he, quietly, without anyone knowing?

Luke's voice hardened "Lost my parents during the experiment test of the group and becorphaned with a

brother at the age of three. Dumped at the orphanage with no welfare or the promise made by the group

reaching us."

Davis's brows furrowed deeply. "That can't be right. | knew welfare was arranged and paid in full. It was meant to

cover education, living expenses, everything."

Luke let out a bitter chuckle. "That's the point. It was paid but embezzled."

The muscles in Davis's jaw tightened. "By who?" He asked, his mind already conjuring the points together.

"Luke tilted his head, smirking darkly. "Just who you think."

The certainty in his voice left Davis silent. His pen tapped rhythmically against the desk, filling the taut quiet.

"Who was Siri?" Luke's calm voice pierced the silence between them. .

The nfroze Davis's hand mid-motion. The air thickened. For several seconds, he said nothing. Thoughts

swirled inside him, heavy and unspoken.

Just when Luke thought he would never answer, Davis's cold voice dropped two words. "My mother."

Luke felt the wall of the office closing in on them. This wasn't an answer he was expecting.

It seemed there must be a Monica. His gaze snapped to Davis as he fired a series of questions:

"Isn't your mother Monica Allen?

"When had Siri becyour mother?

"Was your father married to two women?

"Aren't you the first and only son?"

Davis's mouth twitched faintly. The barrage of questions didn't surprise him.

If anything, it reminded him of the confusion he himself had once carried, until Jessica uncovered the truth and

even led him to his maternal grandfather.

After more than an hour of tense exchanges, clarifications, and confessions, the storm between them settled.

Luke eventually bowed his head, offering an apology for intruding so deeply into Davis's personal space.

Davis regarded him thoughtfully. Elder Allen had always wished to find the child of the lost staff. Perhaps fate

had brought him here.

"Are you still interested in completing what your parents began?" Davis asked at last.

Luke smiled lightly, a sight Davis witnessed for the first tsince he joined the Allen Group. "Are you asking me

to collaborate?"

"Do | need to ask you? As an assistant, aren't you already in the know? Besides, you chose a beneficial position

for yourself, and you got it."

Luke nodded. "Then my pleasure. StevMel Groups will officially prepare the partnership deed and send it over."

Davis raised an inquisitive brow. There was something in Luke's tone, something he hadn't yet grasped. "So?"

"With my cover blown, shouldn't you be sendingout of the group with a termination letter? Maybe even

chargingto court?"

"Davis's lips curved coldly. "Why do | feel you're almost wishing for summons? Either way, someone has been

searching for you for years...guilty, remorseful."

Luke's heart skipped. Could it be true? Could someone have truly been looking for him and his brother all this

time, even after the kind woman who once cared for them had died in the scheme? "Who?"

"Grandpa Allen."

The nleft Luke stunned. Slowly, he exhaled. "Never thought of it. If | hadn't been trying so hard to be sure, |

might have harmed the innocent. Never expected it to be... a misunderstanding."

Memories of sabotaging projects, during Desmond's administration flashed across his mind. Guilt pricked at him.

"I'll arrange to meet him officially," Luke said finally. "But tell him not to worry. I'm fine."

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But when his thoughts turned to Jessica, lying unconscious in the hospital, he sighed.

"People can be heartless without a cause," he murmured.

He glanced at Davis "While | was investigating, | noticed someone else is investigating the group."

Davis nodded. "Night merchant." He chimed.

Later, Luke returned to his office, retrieving files from the archives; evidence that clearly implicated Sylas Louis

in countless crimes.

He handed them over to Davis. With charges already being pressed, Luke knew heaven itself seemed to be

tilting justice in his favor.

Luke decided to take the easiest step: have the inmates settle the score.

Returning to his office, he settled

down in his chair, a sigh of relief

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Luke sighed. There was no doubt Sylas was losing it. "Sylas Louis," he called coldly. "Did you remember Steve

and Melissa Norman?"

Over the phone, Sylas let out a roar. "You leave me! | don't want to talk about you. You are dead! You are gone!

The experiment had ended!

"You are dead! The Allen Group won't dare to surpass the Louis Group anymore."

The more Luke listened to his twisted thoughts spilling over the speaker, the more he felt the urge to strangle

him.

"Sylas Louis, your tis up." He smirked.

But rather than a response, what followed was Sylas's loud scream echoing through the phone, followed by his

labored breathing.

Luke's brow furrowed in thought as he listened on, but next he heard Louis's incoherent murmuring...fragments

of words that no sane mind could stitch together

With a beep, he ended the call, his brow tightening as he calmly analyzed the few symptoms he observed over

the phone.

"Hypnosis," he murmured.

It could only be that.

He didn't have to think whose handiwork it was. The likes of Sylas could only be interrogated in this way.

Otherwise, they would never admit the truth. "I bet he must have a good recording device that captures his

confession."

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