<h4>Chapter 341: First day back to the Allen</h4>


    Julian stood rooted at the same spot as he watched Jessica’s car slowly pull away from the cemetery until he could no longer see her.


    He spun on his heels and took the other path, which was where his car was parked alongside his guards.


    He boarded the car after a brief nce at the cemetery. With the door shutting with a thud, he left the area.


    As he watched the green scenery pass by, his eyes closed, lost in thought.


    "Maxwell, I requested information sometime ago on how she ended up being married to the Allen family. Were you able to gather any?" he said.


    Maxwell, seated at the front, nced briefly at the back to respond, but seeing his eyes closed, he took a deep breath. "I have. I will forward it right away."


    Within a few seconds, his phone rang with a notification. He slowly opened his eyes. With a swipe across his phone screen, a document opened.


    He exhaled lightly as he began to go through the information while his car raced its way to the city.


    ~Allen Groups~


    Davis’ arrival to the group was a formidable one despite how early he left home.


    Several media groups andpanies, both prominent and minor in the country, were already waiting for him at the Group for the opportunity to interview him


    With Desmond’s arrest and his taking over of the group, it was already an established fact that he would be resuming duties today, the first working day of the new week.


    Davis’ car slowly pulled up at the front gate, but just as it made a move to enter thepany, it was blocked by newsmen.


    "Sir, what do we do?" one of his subordinates asked over the car’s Bluetooth.


    Ethan and the driver nced at him. Davis had his head resting on the headrest, his eyes closed and fingers crossed over each other.


    "Slowly, move them away," he muttered. At this moment, he wasn’t just about the media.


    From the files he had studied through the night, there was actually a lot to be done. From his findings, the Allen Group was hanging barely on a thread.


    Outsiders may not know, and the inventors may not feel it since their dividends wereing as at when due, but strangely, Desmond had been running thepany with thepany’s fixed capital.


    To put it mildly, it is bound to be said that the Allen Group, if desperate measures weren’t taken, is already on the verge of bankruptcy.


    With his instructions, a few of his security team alighted the car as they gradually made way for the car without hurting anyone.


    Some of the media did a live coverage of his arrival to the group to resume work since they could not get him to speak.


    In the group, Allen staff lined up in front to wee him back.


    With a slight nod, he answered their greeting before making his way to the private elevator, followed in by Ethan.


    In the elevator, Davis nced briefly at his wristwatch and began issuing several instructions:


    "Schedule an urgent meeting with all the administrative heads at 8:00."


    "Schedule another with the HR department."


    "Inform the R&D of an urgent meeting by 2:00."


    "Inform Mr. Willie to put up a notice of staff hiring. An assistant is needed in your position."


    As the elevator dinged its arrival, Davis paused briefly before he stepped out of the elevator. With the Secretariat unit already waiting for his arrival, he nodded in response.


    Holding onto the door knob, he pushed the door open and stepped in. Closing the door behind him, he stopped at the center of the office.


    His eyes narrowed as he took a slow, quiet nce over the office. With just a minimal change done in the office, Davis felt his breath hitch.


    His memory spun with recollections of his past years in the office. He couldn’t recollect how many times he had spent the night in the office just to secure a project.


    He couldn’t count the days he had gone hungry just to take the group higher.


    Taking a nce at the thermos in his hand, a soft smile tugged his lips.


    With a confident stride, he walked over to the chair. His hand grazed the table lightly before he settled down just as a knock sounded on the door.


    Lifting his gaze to the door, his hand paused briefly as the knock was repeated. This time, he was sure it wasn’t Ethan.


    With Ethan’s character, he would only knock, and after a brief pause, would push the door open.


    "Come in," he muttered.


    The door was pushed in and with a creak it opened wider.


    At the door, Vera took a deep breath before she stepped forward into the office with poise and elegance.


    She was dressed in a form-fitting, deep wine-colored blouse made from a silk-like material that shimmered faintly under the overhead light.


    Her blouse was buttoned low enough to offer a teasing glimpse of her cleavage just enough to draw attention without crossing into vulgarity.


    Its sleeves stopped just above her elbows, showcasing her slender arms, and the top hugged her curves in all the right ces, emphasizing her narrow waist and full bust.


    Around her neck was a delicate silver chain that dipped into her neckline, drawing the eyes subtly downward.


    The skirt ended just above the knees with stilettos that marched her skirt. Her make up light..


    Her hair cascaded over her shoulders in soft, glossy waves, and as she walked, the fragrance of her perfume was subtle, warm, and undeniably feminine trailed after her like a whisper.


    "Davis," she called. Her voice was soft and calm yet her heart thumped as she recalled the situation and mandate given to her by the Louis familyst night.


    Lifting his gaze to the voice, several emotions spiraled within his eyes as his gaze settled on her.


    Years ago, she was the woman who stood beside him when everything was rosy but surprisingly with the trial and impending loss of his life she had turned around and vanished.


    For Davis, he never failed to wonder if he was ever worth her trial.


    Since his recovery, he had thought that whenever he saw her, he would feel angry or hurt but it was more surprising to him that he felt amused.


    After a brief pause, he retracted his gaze, as he powered on hisputer and quietly arranged his desk ready to dive into the day’s work..


    Her eyes searched his face but then Davis wasn’t in any way looking at her but had already focused his attention back to his work, his face unreadable.


    "You came back." She said.


    His voice didn’te immediately. The air felt thicker somehow.


    "Yes, I am back, thanks to someone’s effort," he replied after a beat, his tone calm and light.


    She took a tentative step forward, but he didn’t move.


    "I wanted to speak with you... about everything."


    "Vice president Vera, should I remind you this is working hours?" he asked, voice tinged with quiet steel.


    "I am sorry," She muttered.


    "I need the report of the Alpha project you are in charge of." Davis said, his voice totally professional that Vera felt her heart drop into her stomach.


    She swallowed hard. Her heart thumping rapidly.


    The recollection of the issue surrounding the Alpha project left her heart in trepidation.


    She had hoped to sort out the Louis group instruction through this project but then several things had happened along the line.


    Requesting for the report at this moment was thest Vera had expected.


    Taking a deep breath "I will need sometime to put them together."


    Davis lifted his gaze to her face as he leaned back on his seat, a cold smile ying on his lips. "How long do you want, Vice president?" He said coldly.


    Looking at the difficult Davis, Vera felt her head throbbing that she even felt regret washing over her. It was as though she had just lifted a stone and smashed down on her feet.


    Vera took a deep breath, "One week," she said.


    "Really, Vice President. Do you understand what it means to dypany matters?"


    "Can you afford it?"


    Vera stared at the serious Davis for a while, a n shed her mind. She took a step forward towards therge mahogany table, her gaze not leaving Davis.


    From his words, Vera drew a conclusion in her heart.


    If Davis reacts coldly to her then definitely there is a reason and at the moment, Vera could only think of one reason. Davis hated her.


    Like the old saying, where there is hate, there is definitely love. With this in mind, she took a bolder step. Stopping right before his desk.


    Her hand on the desk as leaned forward lightly. "Davis can we work together in peace?" She asked.


    Davis raised a brow at her statement. "Miss Louis, I just asked for a report of a project."


    Vera nodded. "I know clearly." She said.