Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 291: And tonight....

~Night~

Davis ended the call, a sigh escaping his lips. His gaze lingered longer on her photo on the screen, his hand

pausing slightly on her cheek.

Quietly, he dialed another number. After a few rings, a voice filtered through. "Davis?"

"Richard, | need your help concerning her."

Richard stiffened, his gaze sweeping the area. Noticing no one nearby, he sighed in relief.

"She cto the meeting alone?" His voice was low.

"I suspect so," Richard answered.

"No need to suspect. It’s a fact. | called her guard and discovered they never knew when she left the house," he

reported helplessly.

He had called several times, but when she didn’t pick up, he was left with no other option than to contact her

guards—who turned out to be unaware of her departure, as her usual car was still at home.

Davis did sdeduction and arrived at one conclusion—she had gone out with another car.

Recalling she had mentioned checking out the venue, he concluded that Richard, being her manager, must be

present.

"That's how she is. She usually walks alone, and the guards stay at a distance since she doesn’t like having them

around her," he explained.

Davis sighed. "Please take her hyourself. She shouldn't be driving at this time. I've already sent her guards

to her location."

"Is she aware?"

"No, and she doesn’t have to be. | just don’t want to risk anything going wrong with her," he replied.

Though he hadn't entered this marriage willingly, now he wouldn't want to lose it. Her presence had always been

the force that kept him going.

"Alright," Richard answered, followed by a beep tone. After the call, Davis took a deep breath, relieved.

A glass of brandy in his hand, he slowly swirled the cup, his cold gaze fixed on the swirling drink, his mind

spinning with thoughts. This night was sure to be restless.

Seated at the far end of the club, away from prying eyes, his countenance was cold, his aura domineering—

keeping people several feet away. His wheelchair was nowhere in sight as he casually watched the activities

around him.

Tonight, he wasn’t out for a drink but was more concerned with getting this grolling. A figure emerged from

the shadows and sat before him. "What did you find out?" he asked coldly.

"Boss, sas the information you got," the subordinate reported.

"Alright," he said.

Slowly, he stood and walked away, leaving his subordinate dumbfounded—wondering where he was headed and

what he was planning to do. The next minute, his eyes widened in trepidation as he watched Davis moving

toward the underground casino.

He couldn't help but wonder how Davis would gain access to this flaming hall. He rubbed his eyes, anxious to

find out what would happen—but the door slowly opened and Davis disappeared.

He was anxious, he was afraid. The reputation of this casino was no small thing—known as one of the darkest

halls in Country Y. Access conly with a certain membership level or the ability to defeat skillfully with

minimal or no loss.

In this hall, information was bought and sold at a high price. But in the end, it depended on the person.

Laced with worry and fear, he didn’t notice—he walked.

His subordinate thought for a while and made a decision: inform Ethan, increase security details. At most, it

would be a face-off.

Davis stepped into the underground casino, the heavy steel door thudding shut behind him like a judge’s gavel

sealing fate. Dim lights flickered above, casting elongated shadows on cracked concrete floors. Smoke curled

lazily in the air, mingling with the scent of whiskey, sweat, and tension.

He stood tall—regal and composed. His hands tucked neatly into his coat pockets with an air of nonchalance, yet

his gaze was piercing and cold.

A sharp pause rippled through the hall. Dice stopped mid-roll. Chips froze mid-air. All eyes turned to him,

studying the stranger in tailored black.

Two bouncers began to advance, peeled away from the walls, closing in like wolves.

"Who are you?" one asked coldly, muscles rippling beneath a tight shirt, his fists already tightening.

"Dave Raven," Davis replied with a smirk that was neither arrogant nor amused—just lethal.

A murmur stirred. The nrang, but didn’t settle.

The man behind the central table, a tall figure with a slicked-back ponytail and a scar that ran from ear to jaw,

froze, Sharp eyes, salt-and-pepper beard, and a face carved from years of sin and survival. His cold stare

scanned Davis up and down.

"Why do | find you familiar?" he asked.His gaze snapped toward Davis, inspecting him like a puzzle with a

missing edge.

Davis tilted his head, grin widening. "Spectrum, you're not that old—don’t telldementia’s caught up with you

already?"

At this, the bouncers’ knuckles cracked, the room bristling with tension. Muscles tensed. A blow hovered,

waiting.

The floor thudded beneath his slow, measured steps as he approached Davis, who hadn't moved an inch.

He stood still, steady and dangerous.

But Spectrum raised a hand, His crew froze, halting them mid-lunge.

"Dave Raven, huh?" he repeated, now standing inches from Davis, eyes studying every line of his face.

"Any doubt?" Davis replied, casually. His gaze flicked over the crowd. A hundred questions hanging in the air like

smoke.

Spectrum stopped in front of him, eyes glinting with amusement. "I doubt we've met... but then, why the

familiarity?"

"A gof cards?" Davis asked coolly, meeting Spectrum's stare head-on.

A long pause.

Then a grin. "Deal."

A table was cleared. Onlookers gathered, hungry for blood or brilliance. In this world, no names mattered. No

titles. Only nerve, and skill.

The dealer slid out the deck. Cards whispered against felt as they were dealt.

Spectrum leaned forward, fingers tapping.

"High stakes?" he said.

Davis nodded. "Any time."

As the first hand was laid, the room quieted. One wrong move, one hesitation, and the night could tilt into chaos.

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Spectrum countered well, he was no fool but slowly, the tension grew. Each win Davis pulled began to scratch at

Spectrum’s memory.

On the final hand, Davis laid down his cards. Straight flush.

A gasp ran through the room.

Spectrum exhaled deeply, sitting back in his chair, stunned. "How have you being? So long in time?"

"Have you recollected who | am?" Davis smirked.

Spectrum sighed "there is only one person who can beatwith my own method—Raven."

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"Did you find your sister?" Spectrum asked.

Davis's jaw tensed. "Recently."

Spectrum nodded "I am really happy and grateful, if you never intervened, maybe | should have long gone from

the face of the earth

A beat passed.

Spectrum leaned in. "I never thought you'd be interested in the Allen affair too."

Davis froze. "What do you mean?"

"You're not the only one sniffing around. Top tiers, private syndicates... they all want a piece of it."

"What do they want?" Davis asked.

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Davis's heart skipped.

The casino noise returned—but for him, the world went quiet.