Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 315: He isn’t my match...

The manager glanced at Davis and took a deep breath, meeting his gaze head-on.

"I'm not playing any games," he muttered.

"Alright then," Davis said coolly. "What happened to the Angela Wear fitting room?"

The manager stared at him a tinge of irritation flickering in his eyes. "Does my job include looking after some

bunch of clothes?" he asked back.

"Davis nodded slightly. "I see. But tell me... do you have any idea what the consequences of sabotaging that

function are?"

"Function? Sabotage? It's not my business. | only manage this hotel and nothing more," he retorted. free

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Davis looked at him calmly for a while, he carefully analyzed the young man’s countenance. A cold smirk curling

up his lips as he noticed the manager's subtle aversion to the matter.

"Alright, I've changed my mind," Davis snapped.

The managers head snapped towards him, his brow furrowed. "Changed mind? Aren’t we going to the

surveillance room?"He asked, visibly confused.

He couldn’t read Davis. There was something unnerving about his sudden shift, as though a different kind of

ghad just begun.

The manager studied him for a while, his clenched fists slowly relaxing though he couldn't identify the medicine

Davis sold in his gourd.

But it’s all for the good. At least he wouldn't have to be taking a further risk.

Taking a deep breath, he gave a curt nod. "Let’s go back, then. He said with a forced smirk.

You lead the way," Davis replied and followed behind.

As they reached the hallway to his suite, the manager's mind spun with possibilities. Why had Davis pulled back?

What was he planning?

Davis's lips curled into a cold smirk as he quietly observed his furrowing countenance.

As they arrived at the door, Davis stepped forward beside him and gently patted the manager's back.

"I'll contact you later," he said coldly, pushing open the door and disappearing inside.

The door clicked shut.

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Inside, Davis turned to Ethan. "Are we connected?"

Ethan gave a nod. Davis returned to his seat, picked up his laptop, and tapped the screen. It lit up instantly.

"Get smen. | want them stationed on the floor below ours for a proper investigation carried out ," Davis

ordered.

"The floor below?" Ethan asked, surprised.

"Yes." Davis inhaled deeply, eyes narrowed in thought. "From the start, | had a hunch they might move it there.

It's easier to transport things out of the hotel from that level."

He pointed at the screen. "Our entire floor is booked. If they had moved it upward, we would've likely intercepted

them at the first point. But moving it downward? That's smarter."

Ethan listened intently as Davis continued.

"Also, did you notice the mess in the fitting room? The disarray suggested a hurried operation. While | walked

with the manager, | saw a large dent at the end of the hallway—paint scraped off. That route was likely used."

He tapped a file on the screen.

"The building schematics show that the surveillance room is on the second floor. So why did he lead me

elsewhere?"

"Ethan's eyes widened slightly. "You think he’s involved?"

"He is," Davis said. "But I'm not sure about Frank yet. | need more time."

Without wasting time, Ethan called a trusted security member and relayed all the details of the investigation.

~Outside~

After Davis went into his suite, the manager stood still outside Davis's suite, he took a deep breath, his gaze

lingering on the closed door for a while, his chest tightening with unease. He couldn’t shake the feeling that

Davis's actions weren't right.

His mind churned with thoughts and a possible worst-case scenario.

Something wasn’t right.

"Did he find out?"

"What is he planning to do?"

"No, my cover can’t be blown. I'm not ready to lose my job nor my family."

He couldn't afford exposure. Not now.

Taking out his phone, he quickly dialed out. "Miss, I think there's a problem."

"If there is a problem, then you solve it. That's why you are the manager,"A cold, sarcastic voice filtered over,

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"I know. | had done all you requested, but another person has stepped into the picture," he explained, his

frustration boiling over.

"Who was that?" the lady asked, her voice strained with tension, a deep sense of dread spilling through her

voice.

"Allen. Davis."

The other end of the phone fell into a heavy silence, and The seconds stretched unnaturally long, while the

manager was waiting for a response, the beeping sound of the phone echoed in his ears as the call ended.

Quietly, he pulled the phone away from his ear, staring at the phone, he blinked in confusion. This was far from

his expectations.

That wasn’t the response he expected. If anything, it made his anxiety worse.

He couldn’t help but imagine what the situation might be turning into.

~Inside the room~

Davis and Ethan exchanged glances

as they listened to the conversagign

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The manager, unaware of his conversation already recorded, paced the hallway anxiously, his fist clenching by

the side.

From the laptop screen, they listened to his anxious step, as they drew one conclusion: he is clearly disturbed.

When Davis was planning on implementing his set plan. The manager dialed another number. "When are you

planning on moving these items?"

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"You contact Miss for every detail of the work."

"She isn’t saying anything, and at the moment, | can’t guarantee a safe execution of the plan."

"If it isn’t guaranteed, then you have yourself to blame."

The reply was so curt, so final, that

the manager looked like the. waits

were clesipg in or iris shoulders

slurhbed. His eyes darted toward the

hallway, then to his phone. The

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He was losing control and he knew it. Pressing the tightness of his brows, he dialed the number again. It was

picked after a few rings.

He was losing control, and he knew it. Pressing the tightness of his brows, he dialed the number again. It was

picked after a few rings.

"What is the problem?" the voice asked again.

"Miss, aren't you..." he began.

"The plan continues... I've already dispatched someone to help you handle the moving. | don’t want any

mistakes.

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wrecked. Davis is just a paupey trying

to TEE thesalten Sfolp. At the

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