The punch he had just taken didn''t inflict as much damage on Jameson as this scene did.


    "Mr. Schmidt! Are you okay?" Carl, who was waiting in the shadows, was shocked. He rushed over to


    support his boss.


    "I''m fine."


    Jameson staggered to his feet and swallowed the blood in his mouth. His gaze fixed on Jasper with a


    fierce and menacing intensity, like that of a starving hyena deprived of meat for days.


    "If you''re not convinced, we can settle it one-on-one."


    Jasper''s gaze turned cold, and his imposing presence exerted daunting pressure on Jameson''s chest.


    "I won''t use my hands."


    Hearing that, Alyssa anxiously grabbed Jasper''s tightly tensed arm, her eyes wide with worry.


    In her mind, she was scolding him for being lenient with this viper. He should just pin Jameson down


    and beat him to a pulp.


    "Hah... No need for that."


    Jameson didn''t want to fight Jasper in front of Alyssa, so he swallowed his anger and wiped away the


    blood from his lips. "I just had a stroke of bad luck and got bitten by a dog. Forget it."


    After saying that, he took out an invitation from his suit pocket and handed it to Alyssa. "Lyse, the


    Schmidt family will be hosting a party at home this weekend. I came here to give you this invitation."


    His eyes twinkled with a smile, full of affection, as if nothing had happened just now.


    Alyssa lowered her eyes, coldly staring at the invitation.


    Unexinably, the fearless Alyssa began to feel a hint of dread toward the man in front of her who had


    professed his love.


    People without a bottom line were terrifying, just like those without dignity.


    Jasper took the invitation from Jameson''s hand. With his left arm wrapped around Alyssa''s waist, he


    handed her the envelope with the other.


    Alyssa took the letter out of the envelope and opened it in front of Jameson.


    After a cursory nce, she snorted coldly and tossed the invitation at his feet.


    "Mr. Schmidt, add my beloved''s name to the invitation and send a revised one. If I''m in a good mood, I


    might consider attending. Jasper, let''s go home."


    Jasper lowered his head, meeting her gentle gaze. "Okay.


    Ignoring Jameson''s pale face, they turned and left, disappearing through the gates of Heightsnew Vi.


    "Jasper... He''s really crossed the line! Is he out of his fucking mind?" Carl cursed vehemently, then


    looked at Jameson''s swollen cheek with concern. "Mr. Schmidt, let me take you to the hospital."


    "No need."


    Narrowing his eyes, Jameson stepped on the invitation with his shoe, crushing it forcefully. "Draft


    another one and send it to Lyse."


    "Okay."


    Carl felt deeply sorry for the treatment his boss received. "Mr. Schmidt, are you just going to swallow


    this humiliation? That''s not like you."


    "Revenge is a dish best served cold. Besides, if I were to fight Jasper in front of Lyse, she would be


    upset."


    Jameson squinted his eyes, his tongue pressing against his aching left cheek. "If Jaspernding a


    punch on me would make Lyse feel better, then that punch would be worth it."


    At that moment, his phone vibrated.


    It was a message from Zoe.


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    "Sir, I have a nuisance here that I need your help to deal with. Otherwise, my n will be difficult to


    seed."


    Sir.


    Jameson''s eyebrow raised slightly, clearly satisfied with this title.


    "Who is it?"


    Zoe sent a name.


    "I''ll arrange for someone to help you. Don''t worry."


    "Thank you, sir! Once it''s done, I''ll definitely show my gratitude and repay you."


    Jameson''s dark pupils turned cold, sending shivers down one''s spine.


    "As long as you can hurt Landon, that would be the best repayment to me."