Back in his room, Jameson angrily downed a ss of strong liquor to ease his frustration.


    "Mr. Schmidt, there''s no need to be upset with that idiot," Carl hurriedly consoled him.


    "He''s already a lost cause, just struggling in his final moments. With Ms. Alyssa''s intelligence, she


    would find out that Josh leaked Jonah''s information. In fact, she might have already found out, and it''s


    only a matter of time before she takes action.


    "Please calm down. We just need to wait for the Taylor family to make their move and have them deal


    with him for you."


    "Amber, what happened?" Jameson asked, his gaze icy as he stared at Amber, who was cowering in


    the corner.


    "You''ve never appeared to drink with customers without my instructions. Why did you show up at


    Josh''s room?"


    "I—"


    "Oh, Mr. Schmidt, let me exin," Carl interjected quickly.


    "I''ve looked into the situation. That scumbag Josh specifically requested Ms. Altman to drink with him.


    Our people tried to stop him, but he went crazy, smashing things and causing a scene in the private


    room.


    "He even injured two girls. Ms. Altman was afraid of things escting, so she went over to handle it."


    Amber''s heart clenched tightly as she kept her head down. She didn''t dare meet Jameson''s eyes.


    "If he wants to cause trouble, let him. It''s just breaking a few bottles. Do you think I''d be upset about


    that?"


    Jameson''s sinister gaze fell heavily on Amber''s face. "You might cause more trouble than you realize


    by stepping forward with that face. My fight with Josh is at a critical juncture now. Don''t cause me any


    more trouble.


    "And I don''t like women who don''t obey me. If it happens again, I''ll punish you severely."


    Amber took a deep breath and slowly parted her pale lips. "Mr. Schmidt, my value as Ms. Alyssa''s


    standin is gone now. Going out with this face will only cause you trouble.


    "Can you let me change back to my own face and let me be myself again?"


    Carl gasped in shock.


    What the heck? What was Amber saying? Did she have a death wish?


    Sure enough, Jameson approached her slowly and stared at her coldly. "What did you say? Say it


    again." "I... want to have my face back." Amber''s moist eyes flickered. Her fingertips were embedded in


    the flesh of her palm in her anxiety.


    Jameson grabbed her chin fiercely, his fingertips exerting enough force to make her wince in pain.


    "How dare you say that to me?


    "It''s your blessing to have a face resembling Lyse. You should be grateful. You should thank Lyse for


    giving you a value far beyond your own existence. Now you tell me you don''t want this face anymore?


    How dare you? How can you?"


    With a sudden lift of his hand, Amber winced in pain, and tears welled up at the corners of her eyes.


    At that moment, an urgent knock sounded at the door.


    Only then did Jameson angrily withdraw his hand. Amber turned her face away, where a bright red


    mark could be seen on her jawline.


    Carl went to open the door, and a security guard walked in.


    "Mr. Schmidt, there''s arge hole in the window of room A015 on the fifth floor. The hole was cut very


    neatly, possibly with a special tool. There may be intruders lurking inside."


    At once, Amber''s forehead was covered in cold sweat, and her heart pounded rapidly.


    "What? What have you all been doing? How did you just realize this now?" Carl eximed in shock.


    "Did you check the surveince footage?" Jameson asked with a cold and ruthless gaze.


    "We did, but no intruders were captured."


    Carl''s eyes widened in disbelief. "Not even one? That''s impossible!"


    After all, the number of surveince cameras at The Millennium was more than the holes in a beehive.N?velDrama.Org: owner of this content.