"Ms. Altman, it''s been a while. You still look as lovely as before," the manplimented Amber with a
gentle smile.
Amber looked stoic and cold. She lowered her gaze and replied humbly, "Sir, thanks for the
compliment."
"You''re indeed a woman groomed by Mr. Schmidt. You''re gentle, demure, and gracious. Sometimes, I
feel that you''re Alyssa Taylor herself. You''re the best substitute I''ve ever seen."
Amber kept her silence, but she looked glum. By describing her as a substitute, all his prior
compliments sounded sarcastic to her.
Jameson did not continue on that topic. Instead, he opened the box and revealed the antique vase to
the man. "This is a Wiktorian-era pink frosted vase I got for you from a Yoarkley auction. It''s nothing
special. I hope you don''t mind it."
Sheryl lifted a brow in amusement. She had been keeping an eye on the vase for her employer. In the
end, an anonymous buyer won the bid with 50 million dors. She had not expected the buyer to be
Jameson.
She thought, "Mr. Schmidt is indeed a thoughtfulpdog."
The man nodded softly. "Mr. Schmidt, that''s very thoughtful of you. I''ll need your help on drug
DAD0044."
Jameson nodded at him. "Don''t worry. I''ll give it my best."
After Jameson and Amber left, silence fell on the scented room.
"Sir, whose face do you think is prettier—my face that you sculpted or Amber''s that resembles Alyssa
Taylor?" Sheryl gently ced her hand on the man''s shoulder and whispered into his ear.
He smiled and patted his thigh. She obediently walked over and kneeled in front of him. Then, she
looked up at him with a tender gaze on her radiant face.
"Amber might be a carbon copy of Alyssa Taylor, but she''ll never be her. She''s a low-grade substitute
that Jameson Schmidt created to satisfy his desire." The man leaned forward and ced a finger under
her chin.
He lifted her chin slowly. "You are just you. You''re a work of art I meticulously crafted. That boring
substitute is no match for my art piece."
Sheryl''s eyes glinted when she heard his words. To her, he was an omniscient deity who categorized
the beings in the world into two—those who belonged to him and those who did not. She did not mind
being described as an item.
"Sir, please forgive my bluntness." Kneeling on the floor, Sheryl started massaging his leg. "I think this
is the best opportunity for you to hit back.
"As Jameson Schmidt had said, the best way to manipte a man is by gaining his sympathy. I''m
worried that Javier Beckett might hand the Beckett Group to Jasper out of guilt."
The man chuckled. "No, he won''t."
Sheryl opined, "Now that Sophia Kirkman is done for, there''s no reason to keep Betty Beckett in the
family. Why don''t you reveal the secret and get rid of both mother and daughter? A useless chess piece
will only be an eyesore in the game."
"We''ve not reached the end yet. How would you know she''s useless?"
Sheryl was surprised by the remark.
The man exined, "Grandpa has taught me to be frugal from a young age." He leaned hisnky body
backward and added, "That''s why I need to make full use of all my chess pieces. That way, I can put
his life advice into practice."
Sheryl smirked. "Is Jameson Schmidt one of those chess pieces?"
The man merely coughed and gracefully lifted the cup. "I hope he gives me a satisfactory reply on the
drug trial mission. Otherwise, that will be the end of our partnership."
Sophia had appealed against the sentence on the same day. Ten dayster, the appete court
affirmed the sentence, which meant that she would still face the death penalty.
From that moment onward, she felt as if she had gone blind. She spent each day curled up in a corner
of her cell, staring nkly at the tiny window. That would go on from dawn to night. Everything around
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