Jameson cracked his knuckles as he instructed through clenched teeth, "Head back to the Millennium!"


    A storm cloud hung over Jameson''s face as he entered the Millennium. Anyone could see his


    simmering rage.


    "Carl," Jameson barked, his voiceced with ice, "get Amber down here. Now."


    Carl scurried to obey, his heart hammering in his chest.


    After more than ten minutes, Amber appeared in the basement, where the ipetent and traitorous


    were often dealt with.


    A metallic tang of blood hung heavy in the air as the door creaked open.


    "Mr. Schmidt." Amber bowed deeply. Despite her outwardposure, her heart was beating wildly.


    Jameson lounged on a maroon couch in the dim, oppressive light, swirling a ss of crimson wine. He


    then drank the wine to wet his throat.


    "Josh has been charged with corruption, bribery, and sexual assault. He was apprehended by the


    police at the party organized by the Schmidt Group. Are you aware of this?"


    Amber attempted to mask her fear as she replied softly, "Yes, it''s been all over the inte."


    "Alyssa and Jasper," Jameson continued, his smile devoid of warmth, "unearthed a damning amount of


    evidence in record time. They struck with ruthless efficiency, leaving the Schmidt Group reeling.


    "It''s almost as if they had inside information..." He trailed off, swirling the wine in his ss, his eyes


    locking onto Amber''s. "Tell me, Amber," he said slowly, a predatory glint in his eye, "do you think


    someone might be ying a little game in the shadows?"


    The crimson dress clung to Amber like a second skin, slick with a cold sweat. Her voice, when she


    spoke, was a hoarse whisper. "Ms. Alyssa and Mr. Jasper have always been formidable rivals.


    "Theirpany boasts exceptional talent, and they hold significant influence. They know how to sway


    people. It wouldn''t be surprising if someone was helping them."


    "They certainly know how to sway people. I''m just uncertain if they''ve managed to win over someone


    under my nose, unbeknownst to me."


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    As he finished his sentence, something shed before Amber''s eyes.


    Suddenly, Jameson raised his hand and hurled the wine ss at her. She staggered backward,


    narrowly avoiding a direct hit to her head. However, the ss shattered at the tip of her high heels,


    sshing her with wine.


    Amber''s mind went momentarily nk as the cold liquid soaked into her skin. She quickly forced a


    mask ofposure onto her face. "What''s wrong, Mr. Schmidt? Who has upset you?" she asked, her


    voice devoid of emotion.


    "You''re still pretending, huh?" Jameson approached her swiftly, seizing her chin forcefully. The pain


    brought tears to her eyes. "You''re using the resilience I instilled in you since childhood against me,


    aren''t you?"


    "I''m sorry, M-Mr. Schmidt. I-I don''t understand what I''ve done wrong..." Amber''s teary eyes turned red.


    "You and Carl were the only ones tasked with investigating Josh in the Millennium. Besides Carl, you''re


    the only one with ess to the evidence."


    Jameson''s heavy breathing exuded a palpable rage. He was on the verge of crushing her jaw. "Amber,


    tell me. Who else could be the traitor if not you? You know how much I loathe traitors, and you are


    aware of the number of traitorous bastards who have met their end in this basement."


    Amber shook her head, tears streaming down her face. "No, it wasn''t me."


    "If it wasn''t you, why aren''t you using Carl?" A cruel smile yed on Jameson''s lips. Chuckling, he


    continued, "Deep down, you know he''d never betray me. Even if you wanted to me him, you couldn''t


    find a reason.


    "Amber, I''m the reason you''re still alive. I''ve provided you with afortable life. Yet, you''ve bitten the


    hand that feeds you and stab me in the back! How dare you!"