Axel not only held the belief that he could escape but also nursed a burning desire to seek retribution
for Jonah. He was determined to rid himself of that loathsome bastard, Josh.
He couldn''t wait any longer.
Axel kept his hands in the pockets of his ck coat. He dashed toward the private room that Josh was
in.
To his surprise, a pair of fair-skinned hands grabbed his arms and pulled him into the darkness.
Axel''s eyes widened. The muscles in his arms tensed up. He was about tosh out when...
Axel looked into his ambusher''s eyes. It was only then that he managed to get a good look at Amber''s
face.
The space between the storage racks was tight,pelling them to press their bodies against each
other.
"You."
"Shh!"
Amber put her hand over his mouth in a panic. Her forehead was covered with sweat.
Right at that moment, a team of bodyguards happened to pass by just a few feet away from them.
Amber waited until they could no longer hear the bodyguards'' footsteps. Her wary heart finally calmed
down, and she lowered her trembling hand.
"What a coincidence, Ms. Altman."
Axel raised his brows and smiled casually. She could feel his warm breath on her nose. "I didn''t expect
to meet you in such a thrilling way this time. What a unique encounter."
Amber gazed deeply at him. She was stunned.
Axel was extraordinary. No matter how dangerous the situation, he was always able to be so calm and
at ease. How was he able to achieve this?
"Do you enjoy ying hide-and-seek, Ms. Altman?"
Axel extended his arms against the shelves, trapping her in front of him. His smile showed that he was
rxed. "I see that your nightlife as the owner of The Millennium is quite interesting."
Amber''s eyshes fluttered as she realized her identity had been exposed. A sense of shame and
annoyance washed over her, yet beneath that, a spark ofpetitiveness ignited.
"Are you here to drink to your heart''s content or to seek a happy time, Mr. Whitaker?"
With her slender finger, she poked him in the chest. She scoffed, "But you should know that our
services here are pricey. Did you bring enough cash with you, Mr. Whitaker?"
"You know myst name? How brilliant." Axel squinted at her yfully.
Amber''s heart raced as she retracted her finger.
Indeed, the more she said, the more she was revealing herself.
"Since you know myst name is Whitaker, do you know my name?"
Suddenly, Axel grabbed her hand. The corners of his lips lifted into a cynical smile. "I am Scrooge
Whitaker. My defining trait is that I am a miser."
Amber was speechless.
"I came to your ce tonight with the intention of not spending any money. May I do so, Ms. Altman?"
Axel''s voice carried an icy tone as he spoke, his features partially obscured by the shadows.
With years of experience as a secret agent under his belt, he had flirtatious banter like this at his
disposal. Despite that, it wasn''t something that he enjoyed.
At this moment, he still had the patience to engage in this interaction with Amber. This was because he
had kept Alyssa''s mission for him in mind. Otherwise, he would''ve broken Amber''s fingers the moment
she reached out to poke him in the chest.
In the end, Amber gave up entertaining him. Her expression turned cold, and she lowered her voice to
say, "Mr. Whitaker, you are not one of our customers at The Millennium. Please leave this instant!"
He smiled cheekily. "What if I refuse? You wouldn''t chase me away, would you? If you were going to do
that, you wouldn''t have helped to hide me earlier. Am I right?"
"What are you nning on doing? I''m being serious right now!"
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Amber noticed the time on the wall clock a distance away. It was nearing the time when Jameson was
due to be back. She became more frantic. "This ce isn''t as simple as you think. Do you know what
awaits you if you were to be discovered?"
"I''ll just apply for membership then. It''s no big deal."
"Axel!"
Amber was so anxious that her eyes became red. She blurted his name and spoke her mind, "Are you
that eager to die in his hands?"