“Hold on, Ms. Alyssa!”


    The crowd of reporters swarmed around her, encircling her and bombarding her with microphones and


    cameras as if she had won some prestigious award.


    Though they meant no harm, it was still challenging to make her way through the throng.


    “Ms. Alexa, do you n to take action against Betty Beckett for stealing yourpany’s confidential


    information? Do you n to sue her?”


    “Betty Beckett’s actions have led Ms. Ada Kingsley to terminate her contract with you. Will KS World


    Hotel take it up with the Beckett Group for this incident?”


    “Ms. Ada Kingsley has made it clear that she intends to terminate her contract with Berenike Hotel. Will


    you resume the contract and work with her once again?”


    Alyssa had had a long day. She no longer had much strength. In fact, her gastritis was starting to act


    up.


    again.


    She winced, tears beading on her forehead as her stomach churned. Yet, she remained calm and


    “-”


    However, before she could finish her sentence, someone ran into the crowd and wrapped their arms


    around her, defending her from the onught of reporters. Her vision blurred slightly.


    When she next regained rity, a voice said, “KS Group will be sure to answer all of your questions


    later. Kindly give Ms. Alyssa some space right now as she’s feeling quite unwell. I’m taking her to the


    hospital.”


    Alyssa narrowed her eyes, looking up at Jameson.


    She hadn’t once seen him throughout the night. How would he know she was feeling unwell?


    All of a sudden, the pain and anguish she’d experienced for three years swelled up like an


    undercurrent.


    Jasper had not once shown her care or kindness when she was unwell. Even when she was bedridden


    after her miscarriage, he wouldn’t even get her a single ss of water when she asked.


    He might not have known of her condition then, but it showed how little he cared for her if he didn’t


    even make such a small gesture for her sake.


    Love was in the details, and her love for Jasper had been whittled away for three years from theck of


    it.


    Did she regret it? Indeed, she had.


    But she had made her decision already. There was no use ming herself or anyone else.


    Jameson’s heart ached at the sight of Alyssa in such pain. He carefully cradled her, asking softly, “Is it


    bad?”


    “Mhm,” Alyssa breathed out weakly.


    “Can you hold on until we reach the hospital?” Jameson asked worriedly.


    Alyssa forced a smile. “I won’t die, that’s for sure.”


    Jameson swallowed. He had never felt like this about anyone, only Alyssa.


    He only wanted to keep her safe and love her until death parted them.


    “It’s okay. I’m here. I’ll drive you.” Jameson helped her walk with an arm around her waist, nudging their


    way out of the crowd.


    A nosy reporter shoved a mic in his face, smelling an opportunity for celebrity gossip. “May we know


    who


    you are exactly, sir?”


    Jameson quipped uninterestedly, “Jameson Schmidt, son of Victor Schmidt from the Schmidt Group.”


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    Schmidt Group? They were just about on par with the Beckett Group in the city! Naturally, only a man


    like


    him could get so close to a woman as multi-faceted and remarkable as Alyssa Taylor!


    “What is your rtionship with Ms. Alyssa, Mr. Jameson?”


    “Are you two dating?”