<h4>Chapter 300: Sister-inw, you did it!</h4>


    The day began with warm bright sunlight shining down from a clear blue sky. The air was warm and crisp, hinting at a promising start.


    Across the city, every billboard, blogs, fashion sites, and social media feed buzzed with the same news and one headline: Angels Wear Fashion Week has arrived.


    Despite the title, Angels Wear’s fashion week wasn’t an entire week of shows—it was one grandunch event filled with mor, red carpets, and model exhibitions, all held in a single day.


    However, the sales strategy extended for a full week: first-time buyers were granted exclusive discounts on newlyunched items. After the week ended, prices reverted to their original, premium levels.


    While most fashion houses issued discounts to move stagnant inventory, Angels Wear did the opposite. Their brand was built on desirability and exclusivity. Every of their products to be disyed are all limited editions yet its sales usually tops the chart.


    Their marketing team had strategically chosen this approach to build hype and guarantee demand. And it usually worked.


    The results evident on the fact that months before the season’s unveiling, pre-orders were already maxed out. Clients had booked their pieces without even seeing them. The buzz was unmatched.


    Angels Wear’s ad campaigns ran on a loop—on television, subways, buses, airport terminals, and streaming tforms.


    Richard had pumped an enormous budget into visibility, but it wasn’t just business sense driving his decision.


    He suspected that Jessica’s identity mighte under fire in the days ahead, and if that happened, this global spotlight might be her shield—a way to prove her standing and worth, even under scrutiny.


    Meanwhile, in the Davis estate, the atmosphere was serene. Deborah had risen early, preparing an borate breakfast for the family.


    By 7:30 a.m., the table was set and waiting. The aroma of freshly baked fruit bread, toasted sandwich and tea drifted gently through the air.


    Upstairs, Davis and Jessicay tangled in each other’s arms. The morning sun filtered through the partially drawn curtains, painting soft golden stripes across the sheets.


    Davis’s phone, resting silently on the nightstand, buzzed and vibrated against the wood, pulling him out of sleep. His brows twitched, and he reluctantly opened his eyes, squinting at the screen. It was a call from one of his subordinates.


    "Sir, bad news," came the anxious voice on the other end.


    "What happened?" Davis asked, sitting up in bed, his tone still hoarse from sleep, yet edged with calm alertness.


    "There’s a report released online saying Old Man Allen had a heart attack yesterday. They im his condition is very serious."


    Davis’s face turned serious now fully awake. He took a deep breath.


    "That’s not all," the voice continued. "A shareholders meeting had been scheduled for nine this morning?"


    "No, it should be ten, are you making a mistake?" He asked calmly.


    The subordinate kept quiet for a while, a soft flipping of a document was heard in the background as he continued "It’s not at ten like we were told. It’s been moved to nine. Ten was a decoy."


    Davis’s lips curled into a cold arc. "So Desmond has finally stopped pretending he ys fair."


    He breathed deeply, processing the news. "Keep monitoring the press and the stock performance. Let me know if there’s any sudden shift."


    "Yes, sir."


    He ended the call and dialed another number immediately. The person on the other end picked up on the first ring.


    "I need you to do something for me," Davis said without pleasantries.


    "Understood," the voice responded before the line went dead.


    Just then, Jessica stirred beside him, stretching and snuggling closer into his side.


    "Hey babe...wake up." He called her, gently pushed her.


    She twisted lightly and burrowed herself deeper "let me sleep a little longer," she murmured, her voiceced with exhaustion. "It’s going to be a long day."


    Davis chuckled softly. "Wouldn’t it be better to go out early, handle things quickly, and return to rest?"


    Jessica peeked at him through half-lidded eyes. "What do you know about my kind of stress?" she teased.


    "Alright then," he said with a mock sigh. "We can stay in bed a little longer... maybe I could help you rx some more."


    Before he couldplete the thought, Jessica threw off the duvet and sat up with a smirk. "No need for that. I’ve got issues to attend to."


    As if on cue, her phone rang. She nced at the screen and immediately smiled, sliding her hand across to answer.


    "Be! How are you doing?" she said brightly.


    She had intended to call Be and invite her along to the fashion show as usual but Ethan had mentioned that the hospital had been hectictely, so Jessica assumed she wouldn’t be avable. Apparently, she had assumed wrong.


    "I’m downstairs," Be said through the phone.


    "What? Downstairs? But I’m not even at my house," Jessica replied, confused.


    Beughed softly. "Rx. I’m at my brother’s ce. Didn’t he tell you?"


    Jessica turned to re at Davis, who quickly turned his head away, feigning innocence. She sighed, returning her attention to the phone.


    "I’ll be down shortly," she said.


    As she ended the call, she turned back to Davis with narrowed eyes. "Really? You invited Be over and didn’t think I should know? You are really good"


    Davis gave her a sheepish grin. "I wanted to surprise you. You wouldn’t have been, well... surprised if I told you."


    She rolled her eyes and got out of bed. "Davis Allen, stop pressing my buttons this early in the morning."


    But inwardly, she felt warmth. He had thought about it. Be always apanied her down the red carpet as her honorary guest in everyunch and now with her baby bump starting to show, Jessica had quietly dreaded walking alone this year.


    Davis headed into the bathroom and prepared the bath. In less than an hour, they were both dressed. Davis wore a sharp pristine ck suit, Jessica had her loose top over a ck jeans strategically concealing her pregnancy.


    Hand in hand, they descended the stairs. The staff members looked up, stunned for a moment. The scene of Davis hurrying into the sitting roomst night had felt like a dream but seeing him now it felt more real.


    It had felt like eternity since they’d seen their boss in such good form—calm, poised, purposeful. Their eyes quietly followed the couple’s synchronized steps.


    For a long time, seeing Jessica, the people had guessed about their height difference. Rumors swirling about who was taller—Jessica or Davis.


    As the two walked down together now, the spection ended. Their height difference was minimal. And yet, side by side, they looked every bit the power couple.


    Be sat on a couch in the living room,ughing at something Deborah had said. When she saw Jessica and her brother walking down the staircase, her eyes widened.


    "Oh my God! Sister-inw, you did it!" she squealed.


    Though she had always known and trusted Jessica’s skills, knowing the seriousness of the legs, she didn’t expect that within this year, he would be able to use his legs again.