"Y-You... hit me?" Josh''s head was spinning. His mouth was full of blood, and he could barely speak


    clearly.


    "You came to my ce to cause trouble and evenid hands on my people. Josh, have I been too nice


    to you?" Jameson looked down on Josh with a cold smirk.


    "Y-Your... ce?" Josh stared at Jameson in shock.


    "Mr. Schmidt owns The Millennium. Everything here belongs to him," Carl proudly exined from the


    side.


    Josh froze and became speechless at those words.


    The Millennium was the most prestigious club in the country, as well as a money-squandering haven


    where many dreamed of bing members to show off their status. The mysterious boss behind it


    was actually Jameson?


    How could he, a discarded pawn who had just found a foothold in the Schmidt family, have such arge


    business? What kind of joke was this?


    "Since you''vee here to spend money, I wouldn''t have bothered you if you had behaved. But it


    looks like it''s too difficult for you to do that."


    After saying that, Jameson turned to face Amber. He extended his hand toward her while gazing at her


    coldly.


    It was just like when they first met, but the significance was worlds apart.


    Back then, Jameson''s outstretched hand was one of redemption, pulling her out of hell and into the


    world. It gave her hope.


    But now, the same hand pushed her into the abyss time and time again, delivering her to those devils.


    She saw through it now and was totally disheartened. She no longer wanted any of his pity and charity.


    "It''s okay, Mr. Schmidt. I can manage on my own." Amber regained herposure. Gritting her teeth,


    she struggled to stand.


    Jameson''s eyes remained indifferent as he nced at Carl.


    Carl quickly draped Jameson''s coat over Amber, saying, "Ms. Altman, Mr. Schmidt heard that you were


    in trouble and rushed over to help you. He''s so good to you."


    Amber remained silent with lowered eyes.


    "Jameson... So... you''ve been pretending all along... You''ve been acting all this while!" Trembling, Josh


    pointed at Jameson''s face, as if only now had he truly seen through his facade.


    "Have I been acting? Or were you just blind?"


    Jameson scoffed. "You''ve never faced me properly. You''ve always thought of me as the weak kid from


    15 years ago, the one you could bully and exploit at will.


    "Josh, not only are you blind, but you''re also foolish and arrogant. But I have to thank you for


    underestimating me. If not for your arrogance, how could I have won so easily? How could you have


    been defeated so thoroughly?"


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    "You won? You spoke too soon!"


    Josh was dizzy from the beating and unable to get up. "I''ve already taken Jonah down. Dad is trusting


    me again and is ready to promote me. How long do you think you can remain as the president?


    "I think running a brothel like this suits you better!"


    "Do you really believe you took Jonah down?" Jameson looked at him disdainfully.


    Josh''s heart skipped a beat. "What do you mean?"


    "Never mind. Just continue dreaming."


    Jameson reached for Amber''s trembling shoulder and headed toward the door. "You don''t have to


    compensate for what you broke. Save that money and go treat your face."


    Just as they were leaving, Josh suddenly burst into piercingughter.


    "Hahaha! Jameson! You''re truly a twisted psycho! Since you can''t have Alyssa, you keep a woman who


    looks like her by your side! How pathetic! You''re truly pitiful!


    "You can''t get the real person, so you settle for a fake! But a bastard like you, who can only earn Dad''s


    attention through trickery, only deserves a fake! You''ll never beat Jasper, and you''ll never get Alyssa.


    Never! Hahaha!"


    Jameson''s dark eyes turned murderous as he walked away.


    Amber could feel the pain in her shoulder as his grip tightened.