In the next moment, Jameson wrapped the arm holding the gun around her waist and pulled her closer


    until their bodies pressed. "Good job. Not only do I not me you, I need to praise you. You revealing


    the information to Angelina messed up her ns, forcing her into solo action. She fell into Preston


    Harper''s trap and lost her life because of it.


    "Her death put Landon Harper into agony. His hair greyed overnight."


    She remained stoic. Every wording from his mouth ripped a piece of her heart out, the bloody and


    shameful mess scattering across the ground.


    "Keep up with your n and go big. I know you won''t disappoint me." He released her and examined


    her figure. "Axel Whitaker''s clothes look good on you. Remember to wear the same windbreaker at his


    funeral."


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    When Amber returned to her bedroom, the shades of sunset illuminated her lifeless face.


    Stumbling to the full-length mirror, she slowly removed the ck windbreaker. Fully naked, she


    revealed the shameful marks on her frail frame, proof of Jameson''s action on her over the afternoon.


    The beastly gentleman did not sexually assault her, choosing instead to torture her with multiple


    methods. Throughout the ordeal, shey there like a corpse, making no noise at all. After all, she was


    already dead on the inside. The moment he pulled the trigger on the unloaded gun, he had killed her


    off.


    She lifted her head slightly as tears streamed down her cheeks uncontrobly. She did not have much


    time left. The next time he pulled the trigger at her, he would be holding a loaded gun.


    At that moment, she heard a familiar knock on the door. She hurriedly dried her tears and put on some


    clothes before answering the door.


    "Ms. Altman!" The man at the door was a bodyguard who got along well with Amber. Wesley Lock fixed


    a concerned look on her. "Are you... okay?"


    "Come in now." She motioned at him to get into her room. There, he offered her a tube of medicated


    cream. He exined, "We always use this cream. It''s very effective. Apply it on your wounds."


    As one of Jameson''s staff members, Wesley had surely heard of the incident in the afternoon. She


    epted the cream with trembling fingers and said in a tearful voice, "Thank you."


    "Ms. Altman, you''ve lived a difficult life. Have you not thought of—" His voice trailed off. His eyes were


    red from crying.


    "I thought about it before, Wesley." She took a deep breath. Tears lingered on hershes. "I have been


    thinking about it for a while, even in my dreams. But I have no other choice."


    "Why? There must be a way out!" Wesley leaned closer, eyes wide with concern and worry. "You can


    always seek refuge under Ms. Alyssa and Mr. Beckett! Jameson Schmidt might run arge-scale


    business operation abroad, but he is no match for the Taylors and Becketts in Cyrris!


    "I''ll keep an eye on Jameson''s movements. If we join forces, we can certainly get some dirt on him and


    destroy him once and for all!"


    "You''re too naive..." Shaking her head with a wry smile, she exined, "I know Mr. Schmidt and his


    tactics too well, having served him from a young age. I could not ess all his information even when I


    was his trusted confidant.


    "You''re just his bodyguard, who doesn''t even get to see him every day. You cannot possibly find any


    damning evidence against him. If he finds out, you might lose your life.


    "Look, I don''t mind dying because my life isn''t worth much. But I don''t want more innocent lives lost


    because of me. That will be worse than death for me."


    Moreover, a mysterious man was behind Jameson. Amber had made many trips to Mosgravia with


    Jameson, but she never had the opportunity to meet that man in person. Despite that, she was well


    aware of that man''s capability, which made him a tough rival to Alyssa and Jasper.