Redemption Marriage

Chapter 357: Keep him close? Chapter 357: Keep him close? Jessica nodded lightly, her finger tapping her temple in a steady rhythm. "I think I have seen him somewhere." Davis, who had been massaging her legs, paused mid-motion. He sat upright, his brows slightly raised. "Are you sure?" "I'm quite sure about it. At that time...," she paused, sifting her memories to recollect the exact location. "Baby, don't stress over it," Davis said gently. "Maybe it's just your pregnancy hormones acting up again." Jessica Brown furrowed lightly as she glared at him. "Do you think I am losing my senses because of pregnancy?" "How can my almighty wife lose her senses? Not even for a second," he said with a calm smile, attempting to soothe her. He had no intention of triggering her temper today.

Seeing him in hurry to deny his words, Jessica shook her head lightly in resignation.

"Fake," she muttered under her breath, leaning back on the couch with a sigh. "But I know he isn't who you think he is." "From his records, he is a young graduate who had also returned to the country to develop after school, and this is the first place he has worked." "That's why results and documents can be easily fabricated. I strongly believe these particular documents weren't genuine, but rather a calculated plan to pave the way for him to monitor what is happening in the Group." she explained thoughtfully, trying to piece everything together.

With care, he set her legs down and returned to his desk.

Opening a drawer, he pulled out a manila file. He tapped the back of it thoughtfully before walking over and handing it to her.

"Take a look." Jessica accepted it and immediately flipped it open, scanning the documents inside with keen interest and seriousness.

Seeing how serious she was, Davis stared at her with confusion.

Since the passport photograph in the file isn't clear enough for the features she was searching for, she took a deep breath.

She glanced at Davis. "I will need your assistance." "What is it?" "Engage him in a conversation when he comes in later to deliver the tea while I record his voice and get a shot of his face." "Easy task." He stated as he sat down beside her just as there was a light tap on the door and it was pushed open from the outside.

Luke stepped in, a simple tray of tea and snacks in his hand. Davis brought the coffee table before them. "You place it here." Jessica, unbothered, was busy on her phone. For anyone looking at her countenance, she seemed to be engrossed with activities on social media.

Davis glanced at him lightly. "Where is Ethan?" he asked while adjusting the tea in the tray.

"Still in the office." He answered as he took a step back.

"Have you been able to get the hang of how certain tasks are handled?" "A bit of it. I still look forward to your own guidance." Davis nodded lightly. "Baby, your tea is here." Jessica nodded. "I'm coming. Letreply to this message." After a brief moment, she placed the phone on her lap as she stirred the tea with a spoon, her movements was slow and deliberate.

Without looking at him, "Luke, my husband said you studied abroad. Why did you choose to cback to the country to develop?" Luke shrugged lightly. "Just thought I would have better opportunities here in our country." Jessica glanced lightly at him not missing the slight stiffness in her expression.

"Welcback, then. I know you are busy, and I wouldn't keep you waiting. Someday, we'll chat properly." She smirked.

Luke smiled, though forced and cold, but Jessica paid him no mind. "I will be glad to tell you my stories and experiences there." Jessica glanced at him; the knife in his words wasn't lost on her.

"I will wait to hear you out." Jessica answered.

Davis' hand tightened lightly on his phone. "Tell Ethan to bring the file over." He smirked while they watched him leave without a glance behind him.

Davis took a deep breath. Jessica smiled coldly as she stared at the image she captured. "I think I have a lead now." She murmured.

"How?" She shook the phone in her hand. "Recall the young man who was hiding behind the pillar on the day Desmond held a press conference?" Davis' eyes narrowed, his face clouding over with fury. "The camera had captured him by chance. He is the one?" Davis asked in surprise. He had always felt the young man wasn't simple, and in several cases, he had the thought of asking the HR to transfer him.

Even this afternoon, he had a thought of posting him out to the R&D. Maybe he will do better there.

And if by any chance... while he was still contemplating on the possibility, Jessica's voice sliced through the silence.

"I suspect." Davis' brow furrowed.

Jessica took a quick glance around the office.

Noting her gaze, "What is it?" She pulled open the software on her phone. "Nothing serious." Slowly, she stood up and did a quick scan of the office for any recording device or bugs.

When she was sure there was nothing, she sighed in relief.

"I guess you have to be wary, and I wouldn't advise you to send him away. But you should keep him close." She said.

"Keep him close?" He murmured to himself in thought.

He turned his gaze towards her.

"You really wantto keep him close? Wouldn't that be more dangerous? Wouldn't he be more of a threat?" Davis asked, genuinely concerned.

Jessica shook her head briefly "Don't you think it is better to have him around you without limitations? It will give you the best chance to break into his plot." Jessica suggested.

"That could be dangerous." He muttered "Yea, quite dangerous. But sometimes, having a snake in the open is safer than searching for it in the grass," Jessica replied.

Davis rubbed his temples, weighing her words. "Alright." Davis understood perfectly what Jessica was implying.

Keeping the assistant at arm's length would ensure slevel of safety but it would also limit their ability to monitor him closely or gather crucial intel, especially given the current fragile state of the Allen Group.

Objectively, it was the safer path.

But strategically? Perhaps not.

On second thought, Jessica had a point. Drawing the assistant in closer might be the smarter move.

It would allow him to watch his every move, study his intentions firsthand, and keep him within a controlled perimeter.

If the assistant was indeed hiding something, being close to him would expose it faster than keeping him at a distance.

Davis leaned back slightly in his seat and exhaled. "Since you're already here," he said to Jessica, "I think we should take a trip to the hospital to see Grandpa. After that, I want to stop by the old house. I need to check the vault." Jessica blinked. "The vault?" "Yes," he nodded. "Grandpa mentioned it the last twe spoke, but I never pushed the matter. His health wasn't stable, and it didn't feel right to bring it up then." She tilted her head thoughtfully. "How's his condition now?" "Much better than before," Davis replied, his voice calm but cautious.

"I think..." Jessica started to speak but was interrupted by a soft knock on the door.

It opened slightly, and Ethan stepped in, holding a slim file. "The Alpha Project file, sir," he announced, approaching Davis' on couch.

Davis took the file without a word and glanced at the label before handing it over to Jessica. "Here," he said simply.

Jessica opened the folder and skimmed through the contents, her brows knitting as she read. A minute later, she closed it and released a heavy sigh.

"The numbers aren't consistent," she said, her voice low and steady. "Someone tampered with the projections. These figures are off." Davis's jaw tightened. "That confirms my suspicion." Jessica placed the file gently on the table. "Who is in charge of the project?" "The Louis family." He smirked.

"Louis family?" Jessica asked, her voice few decibels higher.

Davis nodded grimly. "Exactly why I suspect sfoul play."

"I think Vera had an explanation to give about this project." Jessicam murmured. With this file in her hand, her conviction of taking care of Vera grew stronger. "Have you asked of this before now?" Jessica asked contemplatively "She is avoiding the responsibility." Davis said.

With Vera's attitude, he understood one thing Louis family had a plot for the future and his decision about them had been made.

He will make her pay the price of plotting against the Allen Group.

~Julian's home~

After his question, Maxwell took a deep breath. Setting aside the files in his hand, he walked over to Julian.

"Can I make use of your laptop to check out some?" "But I think there are sgifts you can consider," he muttered.

Julian's ears perked up. "What sort of gift?" "I think you can get her an island, a private plane, a company, or possibly an item from an auction." With this suggestion, Julian fell into deep thought. Silently, he began to deliberate on which of the items to go for.

"A gift from the auction?" he mused.

"I don't think my sister will like ornaments and antiques from the auction. She doesn't seem to be a collector," he said.

"Then a company will do," Maxwell suggested.

"A company, when she already has a thriving company that even the Andersons had wanted a collaboration with, is a proof of insincerity." "Let's go for the private plane then? It shows luxury and can be used during her trips." Julian rubbed his temple in frustration. His head throbbed. Never in his life had making a choice of a befitting gift felt this difficult.

"The plane can be quite okay, but then with bringing it to the airport, she may not accept the idea of going to the airport to check it out." Maxwell sighed. It seemed all options had been exhausted, leaving them with an island.

Maxwell, afraid of the possible spoke rejection, had to whisper a silentm prayer before he spoke. "Sir, with all the other options exhausted, we are left with one." "What is the option?" Julian asked with skepticism.

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