Carl sounded perplexed by Jameson''s decision. He questioned, "You can totally get Josh out of the


    way and im the president title if you settle the scandal in Tsulu."


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    Jameson shook his head. "Victor Schmidt is a skeptical man. If I show my hand, I will only raise his


    suspicion about my intentions. However, he will think of me as rational, sensible, and diplomatic if I


    leave the matter to Josh."


    Carl inquired, "What if Josh sessfully squashed the scandal?"


    "Do you think I''ll let that happen?" Jameson folded his legs and swirled the red wine in his ss. He


    exuded a dangerous air. "Since the Taylors have brought this scandal to the next level, I shall fuel the


    fire and make it spiral out of control.


    "Get in touch with our men in Tsulu right now. Tell them to visit the hospital where the injured vigers


    stay. You know what to do next, don''t you?"


    Carl got the hint. He nodded hard. "Yes. Got it."


    Amber''s hands quivered. She knew that a vicious round of killings was about to start. She felt


    suffocated at the thought of the innocent civilian lives about to be lost in the power struggle between


    capitalists. The notion made her feel sick in the stomach.


    "I will need Josh to be irrevocably defeated if I were to take his ce, or Victor will not give up on him.


    Got it?"


    Carl had a look of admiration in his eyes. "Mr. Schmidt, you''re so close to sess."


    "Yes, I''m one step away from it." Without warning, Jameson grabbed Amber''s hand and pulled her into


    his arms. He looked tipsy as he stared at her shocked face.


    As the red wine spilled from his ss, he ran his fingers through her face, sending a chill down her


    spine. She felt like he was running a de dangerously across her skin.


    He mumbled, "Lyse, do you know how much effort it took for me to reach here?"


    "Mr. Schmidt, you''re drunk." Amber hurriedly looked away.


    He slid a warm and sweaty hand under her dress, easily undoing her bra under her thin dress with his


    other free hand. "Whatever I did was all for you... I tried my best to be a man worthy of you...


    Lyse, take a look at me. Please."


    "Mr. Schmidt, wake up! I''m not Alyssa Taylor!" Tearing up, Amber mustered all her courage to free


    herself from his embrace. She hurriedly ced a hand on her chest to stop her bra from sliding off. She


    slowly backed off.


    Carl, who was about to leave, looked shell-shocked. He feared for Amber. He couldn''t believe that


    Amber, who had been trained as Alyssa Taylor''s substitute, had the guts to defy Jameson, the man


    who called the shots at The Millennium.


    The light in Jameson''s eyes dimmed. A hint of doubt surfaced, only to disappear soon.


    Since he was in a great mood that night, he brushed off Amber''s action as ying hard to get or


    throwing a tantrum. He allowed such urrences once in a while. He simply thought of it as


    introducing an element of excitement in their rtionship.


    Amber was meant to be a substitute that existed for his pleasure anyway. He''d never waste his time to


    learn about what was on her mind.


    "Carl, Mr. Taylor has probably used up the prescription we delivered to him." Leaning back, Jameson


    adjusted his tie. "It''s time to ask sir for refills."