This night, there were some who were feeling uneasy and some who were confident.


    At the Millennium, Amber was leading Remy through the grand-looking corridors. Remy was like a bat


    that was lying in wait in the dark. Amber, who was walking in front of him, couldn''t help but get chills


    down her spine.


    Jameson had been waiting for a while in the highly-secretive room.


    "I didn''t think that we''d meet again so soon, Mr. Lexington."


    Jameson weed him with a wide smile. He brought a ss of red wine over and handed it to him.


    "It must have been a long journey. This is a world-ss red wine that I''ve prepared specially for you."


    The look on Remy''s face was frigid. He pushed the wine ss away from him without a second


    thought. He showed no respect to this man, who had Sna City in his hands.


    "Ms. Altman has briefed me on the way here."


    Jameson saw that Remy rejected his drink, so he drank it instead. He was someone who could be


    flexible too. "Oh, has she? That saves me some time then," he remarked.


    "You keep making things difficult for a youngdy, Jameson. Do I look like I have a lot of time on my


    hands?" Remy stared at him with a dark gaze.


    Jameson clicked his tongue. "Why? Are you feeling soft-hearted toward her now, Mr. Lexington?"


    Jameson gave him a sidelong nce as he twirled the ss of red wine in his hand. "It seems like you


    aren''t as brutal as I thought, Mr. Lexington. You have a human side to you."


    "I just don''t think it''s worth my time. What you''ve asked me to do is below my pay grade."


    Remy frowned. He spoke sarcastically, "Mr. Justin promoted you to be the person in charge of Sna


    City. Are you only capable of kidnapping your enemy''s wife and kids as your way to fight back against


    them?


    "You even had to call for external help. As for The Millennium, you should just give up on it while you


    still can."


    Amber''sshes fluttered. Deep down, she felt glee.


    At The Millennium, no one dared to be so impolite toward Jameson. However, Remy didn''t give a shit.


    He was Justin''s subordinate, so Justin was the only one he had to obey.


    The feigned expression on Jameson''s face was starting to disappear. The knuckles on his hand


    gripping the wine ss had also whitened.


    Even so, Jameson refrained from doing anything untoward. He smiled and replied casually, "Mr.


    Lexington, the reason we can meet again tonight is because Mr. Justin is in agreement with my ns.


    All you need to do is to cooperate with me. Plus, I never said that that youngdy was my target. She is


    just a decoy.


    "I''m aware that the previous task was too simple. It was not a challenge for you. Apologies for wasting


    your talent.


    "I will get you a new target this time. You will not be disappointed, I promise."


    Upon saying that, he picked up the document from the tea table and handed it to Remy.


    Remy received it in his hands and looked through it.


    Hisplex and dark gaze finally settled on the man with a police uniform. After a while, he asked in a


    raspy voice, "He''s a cop?"


    "Yes." Jameson sipped on his red wine slowly. "Despite his young age, he was tasked as the chief of


    the Criminal Investigation Division. He has many outstanding merits and achievements under his belt."


    Amber''s pupils quivered. She gave herself a hard pinch on her arm and wiped off the surprise from her


    face.


    Remy chuckled, "I hope he''ll be a contender for me." He tore the man''s photo off the document and


    stuffed it in his pocket. He then tossed the document aside.


    "Does this mean you''re taking the job, Mr. Lexington?"


    "I will not touch that woman." Remy''s eyes were cold and determined. "I may be a killer, but I will not go


    after the young and the weak."


    "I understand." Jameson smiled slightly.


    Remy couldn''t be bothered to waste his time on empty chatter. He turned around to leave.


    "Hold on."


    Jameson narrowed his eyes. "I will give you a helper for this mission, just in case."


    Jameson turned to Amber. "Amber, you''ll be going with Mr. Lexington this time."


    "Me?" Amber''s chest tightened. She refused immediately. "Mr. Schmidt, my skills are rather ordinary. I


    will just weigh Mr. Lexington down if I go."


    "It''s better to have a helping hand." Jameson nced at her with a half-smile. "You have never turned


    down the missions I''ve given you, Amber."


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    At this point, Amber had no choice but to agree to it.


    Remy and Amber then left the room. After that, Carl, who had stayed quiet throughout, walked to


    Jameson''s side. He lowered himself andmented in a low voice, "Mr. Schmidt, you''re really good at


    getting others to do what you want."


    "Remy is indeed Mr. Justin''s follower who has character. If I don''t get him a worthy opponent, he won''t


    be able to focus on working for me."