Bad news spread like wildfire. News of Dominic being kicked out of the board of directors and fired due


    to misappropriation ofpany funds spread through thepany in no time. It was certainly a


    cathartic event.


    Dominic''s abuse of power was a known secret within thepany for many years. Therefore,


    everyone was d to see Alyssa purging individuals like Dominic right after she was appointed the


    company president.


    Dominic went home in despair. Upon stepping into the house, he flung his coat at the maid in anger.


    Taken aback by his action, the maid failed to catch the coat in time. The coat fell onto the floor.


    However, such an insignificant event triggered Dominic, who went up and kicked the maid, causing her


    to wince in pain on the floor and struggle to get up.


    He growled, "Useless thing! Get lost!"


    At that moment, Renee rushed over with a worried look. "Dad, is it true that you''re sacked?"


    Even Renee, who only cared about shopping and getting beauty enhancements, had heard the news.


    This went to show the gravity of the situation. It must have traveled through the Belbanks business


    circles.


    Jumping in anger, Dominic swept everything off the coffee table. He had nned to teach Alyssa a


    lesson at the board of directors meeting since Winston and Jonah weren''t around. He had never


    expected to be humiliated and utterly defeated by Alyssa instead.


    "Of course it''s true! You heard about it, didn''t you?" His lips twitched in fury.


    "What do I do, now that you''re sacked from KS Group?" Worried sick, Renee grabbed his arm and


    swung it. "How could I show my face in the socialite circle from now on? The rich guys and girls are


    snobby.


    "They won''t want to hang out with me if they learn that you''ve been kicked out of KS Group. How am I


    supposed to find a rich husband?"


    Dominic was gued by worries at the thought of Renee''s marriage prospects. His failure was directly


    tied to her future marriage. He snapped, "Well, this is all thanks to that bitch Alyssa Taylor! She''s acting


    like the king when there''s no reigning monarch around!"


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    "Dad, will you beg Uncle Winston for mercy? You''re his only brother, and he dotes on you. Ask him for


    help, and he might—" "No!" Dominic waved and shrugged her hand off his arm. "Alyssa knew it was


    me who leaked the footage of Winston''s rpse. She probably has not told Winston about it, or it will


    be chaos out there by now.


    "If I beg Winston for help, Alyssa will surely tell him the truth. Winston is a decent guy with one w—


    he has a massive ego. He might cut ties with me if he learns that I was the reason for his public


    humiliation. I can''t count on Winston anymore!"


    Looking bewildered, Renee remarked, "So... Are you saying that she''s threatening you with the


    information about the footage? Did she foresee you asking Uncle Winston for help? Woah, what a


    cunning bitch!"


    Dominic sank into deep thoughts with a malicious gleam in his eyes. Deep inside, he knew that


    Winston did not protect him out of sibling affection. Winston had only spared him time after time, given


    that he had saved the life of Jennifer.


    Jennifer, Winston''s lovely wife, who had passed away 20 years ago, was the reason Winston had


    protected Dominic for 20 years.


    However, Dominic could not depend on Winston anymore now that Alyssa was in power. He needed to


    figure out another way of defending himself.


    "Ah—Mr. Dominic, I have bad news!" Dominic''s secretary screamed as he stumbled into the house.


    "Just now, the tax authorities have raided two hotels under your name and five salons under Ms.


    Renee''s name!"


    Dominic and Renee turned white in shock. "What?"


    "Initial estimates showed that you would have to repay 20 million dors in tax evasion for the two


    hotels. We haven''t calcted the amount in tax evasion by the five beauty salons, but if we do the


    math, we are looking at 40 to 50 million dors to be repaid for tax evasion.


    "By the way, I received a call from Mr. Bates on the way here. He said he called you a few times, but


    you didn''t pick up. He wanted me to pass a message to you—he''d like you to reimburse him for every


    single cent of his investment loss in your hotel business, or he won''t let this slide."


    Upon hearing that, Renee copsed on the couch with a vacant expression. Simrly, Dominic nearly


    fainted from the emotional turmoil, which also brought him acute chest pains.


    "Alyssa Taylor, how dare you stab me in the back? We''re sworn enemies now!"


    Jameson hurried back to The Millennium at lightning speed. After all, he couldn''t afford to keep Sir''s


    man waiting, even if the man was a mere subordinate.


    Amber greeted him upon his arrival. He asked coldly, "Is he here?"


    "Yes. He''s waiting in the lounge."


    "Is he easygoing?"


    Frowning, she replied, "He doesn''t speak much. And he''s quite weird."


    "Weird?"


    "You''ll know when you see him."


    Jameson walked over to the lounge. She held the door open for him. Before entering, he said to her,


    "Wait at the door."


    He disappeared into the lounge as Amber''s expression froze. Curling her fingers, she slowly realized


    his growing suspicion toward her.


    If she did not get rid of Axel, she would soon be kept out of Jameson''s inner circle. She could picture


    the fate that awaited her if that happened.


    Seated in the expansive lounge was a tall, striking man d in a ck leather jacketyered over a


    ck hoodie. He was drinking vodka shots alone.


    The man looked stoic and unapproachable. He effortlessly consumed one shot after another as though


    the highly concentrated vodka was water.


    Jameson collected himself and went up to the man with a smile. "You must have been tired after the


    traveling."


    The man ignored him and continued taking the shots. Jameson was irked by his insolence but


    remained patient and friendly, given that the man was sent by Sir. "May I know your name?"


    The man introduced himself in a detached and raspy voice, "I''m Remy Lexington."


    "I''m Jameson Schmidt. I oversee Sir''s businesses in Kontina and Sna City. Nice to meet you."


    Jameson reached out for a handshake just as Remy nced up.


    The dim lighting and Remy''s fringe had obstructed Jameson''s view of his face until that moment.


    When Remy looked up, Jameson finally managed to take a good look at the man. Remy Lexington had


    straight brows and chiseled features, with deep, intimidating eyes that bore a weathered look.


    Jameson was stunned at Remy''s attractive features. Remy suddenly questioned with an icy edge in his


    tone, "And who is it that you want to kill?"