Chapter 258: Things aren’t safe anymore...
Desmond stormed into his office in a flurry, the sharp click of his shoes echoing ominously down the empty hallway.
The moment he stepped inside, he slammed the door with such force it rattled the glass panels, sending a tense silence through the floor.
He yanked off his tie with a growl of frustration, anger and disbelief bubbling dangerously beneath his skin.
With hands trembling from rage, he poured himself a glass of scotch from the crystal decanter and downed it in one gulp.
He still couldn’t believe the message he had received a picture. A simple picture that threatened to unravel everything.
The board meeting had been adjourned, supposedly to give him time to clarify the situation, but in truth, he needed a moment to process, to confirm, and to restrategize.
Settling behind his expansive mahogany desk, he pulled his phone from his pocket, opened the message again and studied the image.
The image stared back at him, crystal clear and damning: Davis and Jessica, smiling, glowing. Radiating life with Davis seated on the wheelchair, Jessica walking behind him. Their faces beaming with unconcealed happiness.
Their glowing features were a clear indication they were not bedridden or hospital-bound—certainly not victims of any supposed accident.
Desmond felt his heart drop to his stomach. His breath caught in his throat. That picture alone had the potential to destabilize all he had carefully built over the past few months.
If Davis had returned, hale and hearty, all bets were off. His position, his control over the company, and all the underhanded efforts he had made to erase Davis from the scene were now hanging by a thread.