Alyssa handled the situation gracefully, careful not to let any difort show on her face that might be


    mistaken as disdain by Jameson,


    She might be feisty and blunt, but she was raised to never look down on anyone.


    “It’s alright. If we’re denied entry now, we can alwayse back when it’s open. Let’s go,” Alyssa


    suggested, refusing to burden Jameson further.


    In a light-hearted tone, she added, “If you ever fancy horse riding, just drop by my family’s racecourse.


    It’s essentially the same experience.”


    As she prepared to leave, Jameson unexpectedly seized her hand, his grip tightening. With a pleading


    tone, he urged, “Lyse, don’t go. We need to get in today.”


    Her fingers trembled as she instinctively tried to free herself, but Jameson’s grip held firm. This


    insistence


    and forcefulness was a side of him she had never witnessed before.


    The security guards exchanged nces and sternly warned them, “Please leave, or we may have to


    handle this differently. Mr. David is hosting guests on the racecourse today, and public entry is not


    permitted.”


    Alyssa rolled her eyes at the audacity of the guards. Jameson was more than just a member of the


    public.


    “Is that so? What if I insist on entering?” Jameson coolly approached them and issued a challenge.


    “Are you finding trouble?” A guard red at Jameson and attempted to shove him.


    Much to everyone’s surprise, the guard was swiftly thrown to the ground, yelping in pain before making


    contact with Jameson.


    Alyssa watched on in shock as Jameson flung the guard over his shoulder and onto the floor. The


    guard couldn’t rise from the floor. His colleague angrily threw himself at Jameson but ended up


    groaning and


    suffering broken bones as well.


    Jameson gracefully cleaned his hands with a white napkin and addressed Alyssa, “Lyse, let’s move.”


    He instantly transformed into a gentleman who was totally different from the fighter just now. She was


    rendered speechless.


    He pressed his lips and gently held her hand, guiding her as they walked along.


    The guards called out to him while grimacing on the floor, “Wait a minute! Who… Who exactly are


    you?”


    Jameson halted and chuckled. I’m a Schmidt, too.”


    The revtion left the guards pale and speechless.


    Meanwhile, Jasper grew increasingly anxious as he failed to reach Alyssa.


    Concerned, Xavier inquired, “Mr. Beckett, is Madam not answering your calls?”


    “Yeah. She used to pick up even if she was upset with me. Xavier, did I do something to upset her? My


    memory is hazy after the head injury. Help me remember-did I say or do anything?” Jasper clutched his


    phone with sweaty palms and a somber expression.


    He looked way different from his usual confident demeanor when he was talking business.


    “You haven’t met with Madam for days. How could you upset her?” Xavier pondered. “Maybe she had a


    dream about you mistreating her in the past, woke up angry, and decided to give you the silent


    treatment.”


    Jasper was dumbfounded by the spection. He repeated, “A dream, you say?”


    Xavier shared his own experience. “My girlfriend back in college was a drama queen. Once, she


    dreamed that I had cheated on her, and she gave me hell the next day! We broke up shortly after that.”


    Jasper scowled and retorted, “Do you really think Lyse is like those girls?”


    Sweating over his blunder, Xavier apologized. “Mr. Beckett, I’m sorry!”


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    Jasper sighed, rubbing his forehead in frustration.