Yet, for Amber, all those garments served only to gratify Jameson''s visual desires and subsequently


    shed for the pleasure of other men.


    Was there anyone who really cared or worried for her? Was there?


    That said, there was no turning back for her. She no longer had any right to choose.


    She and Axel were destined to be enemies. They were also fated to be people from two different


    worlds.


    Amber took a deep breath, then wiped away the tear from the corner of her eye.


    Just as she was about to shut the door, a hand suddenly appeared and held onto the side of the door.


    Through the gap, she noticed a pair of dark and familiar eyes!


    "Carl?" Amber felt her chest tighten. She immediately hid the gastric medication behind her back.


    "You are still alive, Ms. Altman. Thank heavens!"


    Carl forced the door open and stormed into the room, mming Amber to the wall in the process.


    Following behind him were two other subordinates. They entered the room and pulled out their guns


    silently. The crafty looks on their faces were like those of the special agents in spy movies.


    Amber spoke up coldly, "Axel is not here. He''s gone."


    "He''s gone? You didn''t kill him?"


    Carl looked shocked. "What were you two doingst night then? Hooking up?"


    Amber''s head was heavy and painful. She held her head as she tried to catch her breath. "I''m not


    sure...


    I had too much to drink. I can barely remember what happened afterward."


    "You even had drinks with him? Do you know who he is?"


    In his rage, the look in Carl''s eyes turned dark.


    He chided, "Ms. Altman, all these years, you have always been cautious whenever you carry out tasks


    for Mr. Schmidt. You hardly ever make any mistakes. What happened this time? This is so unlike you!"


    "What are you trying to say? Are you suspicious of me right now? If there were something between me


    and him, I wouldn''t havee to him alonest night. I was even wearing..."


    Amber weaved her fingers through her dark hair. Her heart stopped.


    The hair stick... Her hair stick!


    She rushed back into the bedroom. Even after turning over the mattress, the couch, and the drawers,


    there was no sign of her silver hair stick at all!


    Obviously, Carl didn''t have a clue about what was going on with her. He simply went on, "I''m not


    suspecting you. It''s just that Mr. Schmidt has already learned about how you and Axel went missing


    Jameson''s vicious gaze shed across Amber''s mind. Her heart sank.


    "You were not able to kill Axel. That aside, you had even spent the entire night with him? What do you


    have to say about that?


    "You said that you cked out from drinkingst night and that nothing happened between you two.


    How could you be so sure?"


    Carl let out an anxious sigh. He said, "You''d better have a good think about how you''re going to exin


    yourself to Mr. Schmidt when we get back!"


    "There''s nothing to exin."


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    Amber blinked. She crushed the medicine box and said, "I have been by Mr. Schmidt''s side for so


    many years. He should very well know what kind of a person I am. There''s nothing I can do if he


    doesn''t believe me."


    Amber and Carl left the hotel discreetly.


    Right after their car exited the parking lot. Axel came out of hiding.


    He had just installed a GPS tracking device at the bottom of that car just now. At that moment, his


    phone screen was showing a clear indicator of their current location.


    Axel followed them through some windy roads and ended up at the foot of Domere Mountain.


    It was a quiet and peaceful forest. Little did he expect that there would be a majestic-looking clubhouse


    hidden deep in there!


    Amber and Carl got out of the car. They entered the passcode at the door, and it opened. Then, they


    walked in.


    The sun had set, and there was no one else around.


    Axel stood in the forest with a glum look on his face.


    He unfurled his fingers, revealing a delicate, silver hair stick in his palm. Under the moonlight, he


    fumbled with the tip of the hair stick.


    There was a click, and the part with the ruby opened. In it, very much to his astonishment, was a


    deadly poison—chloride!


    Axel scoffed. "That sneaky little thing. How dare she y tricks?"


    Axel squinted. He had a fearlessly cunning look in his eyes. He curled his lips into an amused smile


    and said, "Oh, missy. Our meeting was the beginning of your tragedy."