It wasn''t me. Mr. Schmidt... I wouldn''t..." Amber''s voice trembled as she struggled to articte each


    word. Her eyes held a shaky semnce of innocence as if she were being wrongfully used.


    No one understood the consequences of betraying Jameson better than her. She didn''t fear death


    itself. On the contrary, she dreaded dying for no good reason at all.


    Thus, she fought to defend herself. "Mr. Schmidt, what would I gain from betraying you? Only Mr.


    Moses and I are privy to this information. Wouldn''t you discover the truth swiftly if I had acted against


    you? Why would I be foolish enough to wish for my own demise?


    "Besides, I''m practically under constant surveince here. How could I have possibly contacted Ms.


    Alyssa or Mr. Beckett? How could I betray you?"


    Belonging ? N?velDram/a.Org.


    Her words chipped away at Jameson''s rage. She''d hit the right point.


    Seeing a chance to salvage the situation, Amber continued, "Mr. Schmidt, you gave me this life.


    Without you, I have nothing. In the past, I''ve even tried to hurt Jasper myself. If you were to lose to


    them, I would be left defenseless. Would they even spare me?"


    Jameson''s grip loosened on her chin, a hint of uncertainty creeping in.


    Just then, the door burst open. Carl rushed in, his face a mask of panic. "Mr. Schmidt, there''s trouble!"


    Jameson tugged at his tie in frustration. "What happened?"


    "A-Axel is here!"


    Amber felt as though her head were about to split open, her body trembling uncontrobly.


    A dryness gripped her throat as she recalled those piercing eyes. It was as if Axel had reached out


    from the memory, squeezing the life out of her.


    "What did you say? Axel?" Jameson''s voice was taut with tension as he clenched his teeth. "Did he


    come alone?"


    "Yes, he came alone!" Carl gritted his teeth. "The audacity of that bastard to enter our territory alone!


    I''m certain he didn''te with good intentions. Mr. Schmidt, shall I teach him a lesson?"


    "You want to confront a seasoned secret agent with amateur skills?" Jameson adjusted his gold-


    rimmed sses. "He wouldn''t dare enter the Millennium without a n. Amber, change your attire.


    You''ll meet with him."


    "Mr. Schmidt, I." Amber''s heart pounded violently, sweat beading her forehead.


    "Appease him and seduce him. Then, find a way to kill him." A chillingugh escaped his lips. "After all,


    Amber," he continued, his voice a low growl, "if you''re truly as loyal as you im, this shouldn''t be a


    problem, should it? Don''t keep me waiting for too long."


    Axel lounged in the opulent confines of the most premium room, his arm concealed beneath a sleek


    ck trench coat, resting casually on the couch''s armrest. His indifferent andnguid gaze exuded an


    air of cold detachment, making him unapproachable.


    As the waiter approached with a selection of fine wines, Axel interjected, "I drove here, so I''ll pass on


    the drink."


    "But sir," the waiter stammered, "visiting the Millennium without a drink? It''s practically unheard of! We


    can find you a driver. It would be on the house, of course."


    "I''m not much of a drinker; I prefer thepany ofdies," Axel replied, raising his gaze. He retrieved a


    cigarette from the box and ced it between his lips. "Bring me your most stunning women."


    As he uttered the words, the door swung open, and a subtle fragrance wafted in as Amber''s graceful


    figure entered Axel''s line of sight.


    Both of them exchanged nces; their hearts skipped a beat.


    "Haha, perfect. This one meets my standards," Axel remarked, his gaze lingering on her slender form,


    a nonchnt smile gracing his lips. It was utterly captivating. "I''ll have her tonight."


    The waiter sensibly left, closing the door behind him.