Davis cast a sidelong glance at Jessica, his lips curling into a knowing smirk. He fully understood the implications of her words.
"Alright," he murmured, amusement flickering in his gaze. "It all depends on how you want to play."
Jessica arched a brow. "Are you serious? Davis Allen, you should be the one playing, not me. So tell me—how do you want to play?" There was a teasing lilt to her voice, but her eyes gleamed with interest.
Davis exhaled slowly, his expression darkening. After a brief pause, he turned to Jessica with a raised brow. "Can you lend me your men?"
Jessica’s smirk deepened. "And what will I get in return?" she teased.
Ethan had been off the board since his disappearance, leaving Davis with limited resources to handle this crisis. Employing Jessica’s men was the best option. The irony of it all amused him.
Davis leaned back, a rare glint of gratitude softening his gaze. "Having you on my side is already my greatest advantage."
Jessica chuckled, tossing a grape into her mouth as she regarded him thoughtfully. "So, what’s next?
Ethan, who stepped in, paused briefly at the doorway, his stomach tightening then he swallowed hard.
Watching Davis and Jessica discuss destruction like a casual game made his throat dry, he silently prayed for Desmond.
"Poor Desmond. He doesn’t even know what’s coming for him." He mused.
One of them is deadly enough, but together... he shuddered yet he couldn’t help it they are lethal.
Over the past few days, it was as if Davis had undergone a total transformation.
His renewed vigor, the razor-sharpness in his gaze, and his relentless focus cutting through everything unfolding like a blade as he kept tabs on everything happening could only surmise one thing —Davis had changed.
Ethan had never seen him before. It was like watching a man return from the dead, his fire reignited.
Davis stretched out his hand toward Jessica, his steady gaze locked onto hers
Jessica arched a brow in an inquisitive gaze before tossing her phone to him. ""I hope this play of yours is worth my phone bill and better not be calling another woman," she smirked.
Davis caught it easily. "Why would I, when the deadliest one is right here?" Jessica rolled her eyes but couldn’t hide her smile.
Davis unlocked the phone and dialed out.
After a few rings, Richard’s voice came through the speaker. "Boss?"
There was a brief pause before his voice turned wary. "Wait... Davis?" He asked, his tone laced with surprise.
He had clearly not expected to hear that voice, especially with Jessica’s faint murmurs in the background.
The background noise on his end indicated he was somewhere busy. But what truly stunned him was hearing Davis’s voice with her phone and Jessica’s unmistakable presence in the background.
"Are you free to handle some matters?" Davis asked, his tone calm but firm. Though, he is asking but then she will eventually do it.
Richard exhaled. "Depends. What’s the job?"
Davis leaned back, his fingers tapping lightly on the armrest. "Very simple," Davis said, his lips curling with amusement.
"By the time this press conference ends, another wave of rumors should hit the Allen Group—something strong enough to reverse the result of the press conference and plunge everything into chaos again." His voice was smooth, almost playful, but there was a dangerous glint in his eyes.
Richard let out a low whistle. "That’s a big move."
Davis’s voice didn’t waver. "Can you do it or not?"
A brief silence. Then Richard chuckled. "Of course. But I need solid proof for this one."
Davis smirked. "You’ll have it in an hour." He gave Richard a few more instructions before ending the call.
Turning slightly, he glanced at Ethan. "Get me a laptop."
Ethan wiped an invisible bead of sweat from his forehead. "Yes, Boss." He hurried off, inwardly shaking his head. His Boss was getting scarier by the day.
Jessica, sitting elegantly to the side, shot him a sideways glance. "What exactly are you planning?" Her voice was steady, but there was a spark of curiosity—and perhaps a hint of concern—in her eyes.
Davis met her gaze, a knowing smile playing on his lips. "Didn’t you ask me to play?" His voice was low, almost teasing.
"Davis Allen, I asked you to play, but I never asked you to demolish the Allen Group," Jessica smirked.
"Babe, aren’t you being biased? If you send someone to the playground, do you still want to restrict how they play? Or would you rather play for me?" he asked, his gaze amused.
"It’s not that I’m stopping you from playing, but looking at your face, I’m afraid the Allen Group might meet its end today," Jessica smirked.
Ethan returned with the laptop, his gaze darting between the two frightening individuals. Oh, they really are a couple. He sighed inwardly and wiped an imaginary tear for Desmond. It seemed everything had been working against him since Davis’s accident and disappearance.
He handed the laptop to Davis, who powered it on immediately. In no time, his fingers flew across the keyboard.
At first, his movements were visible, but soon, they blurred into a seamless rhythm. With a final press of the enter key, several confidential files from the Allen Group database appeared on the screen.
Davis swiftly sorted through them, his expression darkening. His gaze turned sharp and ice-cold, his focus unwavering.
Jessica sneakily took a quick shot of his intense expression. Ethan, watching from the side, couldn’t help but picture him back in the office, commanding authority as he once did.
Within moments, Davis sent the extracted files to Richard. On the other end, Richard was left stumped, staring at the documents before him.
Davis lifted his gaze from the laptop, only to meet Jessica’s appreciative stare. "It seems you’re playing big," she remarked, raising a brow.
"Not too big. The Allen Group isn’t that weak to fall from just a scratch but then If you’re going to shake the board, might as well flip it over." he smirked with a light chuckle.
Jessica’s lips curled. "Then I suppose it won’t hurt to spice things up a little."
Davis narrowed his eyes. "How do you intend to do that?" He knew by now—Jessica never played by the rules.
Ethan nearly shed real tears. These two are taking turns tearing the Allen Group apart, while Desmond is barely holding it together.
Ethan couldn’t help but sigh internally. He had prayed for Desmond earlier, but now? He might as well start planning his funeral.
Their gaze shifted back to the television just as Vera finished her statement and stepped down, a bodyguard shielding her from the crowd.
Jessica picked up the remote beside her and slowed the playback, her eyes narrowing as she observed the details unfolding on the screen.
Davis watched her intently. "What are you looking for?" he asked, noticing the sharp focus in her expression.
"Clues," she murmured, her tone thoughtful. "And answers to a few questions."
Davis nodded, his interest piqued as he turned back to the screen, waiting to see what she would uncover.