Chapter 839


    “Sorry.” Amber’s face turned red, and her consciousness blurred.


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    “I told you, with this face of yours, even in Sna City, it should only appear at The Millennium at night!


    You’re my carefully crafted trump card, my possession.


    “You do what I tell you to do, and you don’t have the qualifications to show off, let alone to be arrogant!”


    Jameson’s eyes were full of malice. He increased the pressure of his grip on her neck as if he wanted


    to


    strangle her to death.


    Sitting in the passenger seat, Carl saw that Amber was about to copse and hurriedly pleaded for her,


    Mr. Schmidt, Ms. Altman can’t take it anymore! Please spare her this time for her loyalty and devotion


    to


    you over the years!


    “Although it’s her fault for viting your orders by sneaking back, isn’t it to see you? Everything she


    did.


    was for you. Please spare her this time.”


    Jameson coldly stared at Amber’s beautiful face and exhaled a breath before loosening his grip on her.Copyright N?v/el/Dra/ma.Org.


    Amber was soaked in sweat at this moment, and her face changed from red to white. Panting heavily,


    she


    tearfully stared at Jameson.


    Even after being hurt like this, she had no resentment toward him and only med herself for making


    him


    angry.


    “Sorry… Mr. Schmidt… Sorry… Amber covered her neck in pain, continuously apologizing humbly.


    Jameson took a snow-white handkerchief from his pocket and wiped his hands leisurely without looking


    at her. Then he threw the handkerchief out of the window disdainfully.


    ‘Take good care of this face when you go back. If it weren’t for it, I would have strangled you.”


    In distress, Amber was trembling all over. “Thank you… Thank you, Mr. Schmidt.”


    Suddenly, Jameson pushed his sses and asked in a deep voice, “Did a man touch you in a bar?”


    “No… I identally bumped into him. I drank too much and made a fool of myself.” Feeling nervous,


    she


    quickly shifted all the me to herself.


    Jameson gave her a cold nce and said to Carl, “Find out who that man is, his identity, and his


    background.”


    “Yes, Mr. Schmidt.”


    At that moment, a bodyguard walked toward her.


    “Ms. Altman, the boss is waiting for you. Please hurry.”


    “Okay.”


    Amber waspletely sober at this point. She walked toward the luxurious ck car with heavy steps.


    Her face was riddled with worry.


    The man she had thought about day and night was in the car.


    Despite being so close to the man of her dreams, her heart was filled with fear.


    Amber opened the car door and cautiously entered.


    The car door closed, and Jameson’s voice echoed in the darkness, clear but tinged with a palpable


    anger.


    “What have I told you? You are not supposed toe back to Sna City without my instructions.


    Have you forgotten everything so quickly?”


    “S-Sorry, Mr. Schmidt. H… Hmm!”


    The next second, everything turned pitch ck for Amber. An unbearable pain throbbed in her neck,


    and she found herself unable to breathe.


    A cold glint reflected on Jameson’s gold-rimmed sses. He turned around, strangled Amber’s neck,


    and held her down in the car seat.


    “Sorry? Is that it? Do you know how much trouble you have caused me with your recklessness?”