<h4>Chapter 383: Brewing storm</h4>


    The morning light filtered through the wide windows, its rays scattering into brilliant strips of color across the room.


    Jessica’s phone red into the quiet, dragging her from a restless slumber.


    She stirred, groaning softly, and groped across the nightstand until her fingers found the device. Before she could swipe, the call ended.


    She exhaled, long and tired, and copsed back onto the pillows, one hand cradling her aching forehead. Her eyes were rimmed with redness.


    The night had been restless. Several hours of brutal tossing and turning, the weight of too many thoughts pressed her down till the early hours of the morning.


    Her head spun as she mentally drew up a schedule for herself.


    Visit the hospital.


    Check on Lady Matilda.


    Take a trip to the Santiago Group.


    Take a trip to check the group’s quarter review.


    Get some designs ready to meet people’s orders.


    She sighed as the list seemed endless.


    Tapping lightly on her phone, she whispered to herself, "He should have arrived by now."


    With a swift dial, she tried Davis’ number, but it didn’t connect. She dropped a quick text. Just as she set the phone down, it buzzed again.


    The message was from a subordinate at the Group:


    There is a board meeting this morning.


    "Meeting?" Jessica muttered, brows furrowing.


    Before Davis left, they had gone over the itinerary together. All formal meetings had been cleared.


    And certain matters that might need his attention had been put on hold.


    "Who scheduled the meeting?" she asked when she called back.


    "The vice president, Vera."


    Jessica’s lips curved into a cold smile. "Vera?"


    "Yes. It’s ted for nine o’clock. ording to her memo, it’s urgent."


    "Fine. Keep me updated if there are changes."


    "That’s okay. If there is any change, inform me."


    Dropping the call, Jessica’s brow furrowed harder as she thought of the possible reasons why Vera should be scheduling a meeting.


    "Vera, I really hope you don’t push my buttons. Davis might have left the country, but I am still very much in the country to witness your moves," she murmured.


    She nced at the clock again, the clock read just past eight. "One hour. That’s great."


    She left the bed hoping to get herself ready when her phone buzzed again. The number looked both familiar and unfamiliar.


    With a swipe across the phone she picked. "Hello ma’am," a cold, emotionless voice greeted.


    "Hello," she replied.


    Her brain cells doing a quick marathon to ce the voice amongst the few contacts she had, but there’s none.


    "I tried to reach the president on phone, but the contact was off," he reported.


    At the sentence, Jessica’s brow furrowed with realization. "Assistant Luke," she greeted, her voice soft and warm.


    "Yes," he answered in affirmation.


    "He left for the summit on ast-minute decision. Is there something you can’t handle yourself?" she asked, studying the edges of his voice, probing.


    She really wanted to find out the state of this man’s heart.


    The first time she assessed him, she was certain she was capable of running apany asrge as the Allen Group.


    Calling her at this moment wasn’t strictly to find out about Davis’ trip.


    Her guess was clear. He must have known Davis had travelled the moment he set out.


    "I came to work this morning and found out the vice president had just scheduled a meeting with the board members. I thought it best to confirm with the president."


    he reported truthfully.


    "He didn’t schedule any meeting or give instructions for any before he left," Jessica said.


    "Alright," came his prompt reply. He paused briefly. "Will you be attending in his stead?" he asked, as though contemting.


    "Not certain. I have an appointment this morning. If necessary, you’ll let me know,"she answered.


    "Alright," he said, and the call ended with a beep.


    Jessica stared at the phone in her hand, her lips curled up lightly.


    "So, you’re testing the waters too," she whispered.


    With a quiet chuckle, she tossed the phone onto the bed and strode into the bathroom.


    A few minutes to the hour of nine, Jessica strode to the dining hall, avish breakfast already waiting for her.


    After her meal and the usual banter with Deborah, Jessica strode to the car already waiting for her.


    At the Allen Group


    Luke Norman set his phone on the table, fingers drumming in a steady rhythm.


    Filesy scattered before him, remnants ofst night’s work. His gaze lingered on two names scrawled in the margins of his notes.


    "Ss. Siri," he murmured.


    "Who was Ss? Who was Siri?" he murmured.


    The weight of memory pressed on him. After the recollection of the past eventsst night, a series of questions tugged at his heartstrings.


    He couldn’t help the thought that his focus had been wrong, and the missing variable to the truth and revenge he sought seemed to lie in the hands of these names.


    The kind-hearted Siri and the cold-hearted Ss.


    Why had Siri stopped visiting the orphanage without any warning?


    Why is there a record ofpensation paid for the ident when there is nothing we received?


    Who had benefitted more from that disaster?


    The Louis family?


    The Allen family?


    What was the exact ce of the Louis family in this game?


    From the report so far, the Louis family wanted the highest stake in the Allen family.


    While he only sought revenge for his parents’ lives, yet something didn’t add up.


    Now, Vera called a meeting of the board members while Davis was unaware and far away at a summit.


    What role would his wife y at this moment?


    He sighed deeply. "It’s gettingplicated. I guess I have to keep my fingers crossed and see how things unfold," he murmured.


    He picked up another file on the table with a clear and bold inscription "Alpha Project" written on it.


    He tapped it lightly. "Davis Allen, what do you n to uncover from this file?"


    "Why did you want me investigating it?"


    "Maybe it will have a link to the meeting today," he mused.


    Just then, his phone rang again. He nced at the ID, his brow furrowed as he answered.


    "Sir, Vera just left the Louis family and seems to be heading to the Allen Group."


    "Alright," he clipped and ended the call. He returned several of the files to his drawer and pushed it closed.


    He had to get ready for this meeting, and as the assistant, he would be in attendance to witness this brewing storm.


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