The two of them sat in silence, feeling helpless as if they had been stranded on a deserted ind
during a storm.
"I have something that might or might not be of help to you." A thought urred to Wesley. Wesley
began, his voice barely above a whisper. "Aidan Lovce of Lovce Pharmaceuticals met with
Jameson Schmidt two nights ago and had a private chat in a lounge."
The revtion introduced a frown to Amber''s face.
Wesley recounted, "That guy showed up like he was ready to take down anyone, but he seemed
calmer after the talk. I was stationed outside the lounge with another colleague but couldn''t hear
anything because of the excellent soundproofing." He let out a frustrated sigh.
Still, the information provided Amber with a lead. Lovce Pharmaceuticals was the top
pharmaceuticalpany in the nation. From what she heard, Jameson had been running the
pharmaceutical business on Sir''s behalf in Cyrris. Therefore, Jameson''s priority must be to beat the
Lovces, his business rival!
A man as ruthless as Jameson would never consider a business partnership with the Lovces.
Hence, she assumed that Jameson must have lured Aidan into a trap from the private talk they had
shared.
"Wesley, keep an eye on Carl from now on. Jameson Schmidt never dirties his hands—he''d make Carl
take his ce instead. You will surely discover clues of the trap that Jameson set up for Lovce
Pharmaceuticals."
Wesley nodded hard. "Sure! I will keep an eye on Carl."
Amber could not care less for the fate of Lovce Pharmaceuticals, but she saw a chance there and
took it. Once she gathered enough evidence against Jameson, she''d get Axel to hand them over to
Alyssa, putting an end to the criminal activities behind The Millennium!
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Carl immediately understood what had ensued when he saw the mess in the room while delivering a
decanted red wine to Jameson.
Setting down the tray, he hesitantly submitted a photo to Jameson. "The detective that you sent after
Ms. Altman took this photo."
Jameson lounged on the couch with a whip in his left hand. He epted the photo with his free hand,
sandwiching it between his fingers.
The photo showed Amber pinned against a tree while Axel tenderly kissed her cheek.
"Look. She is so enamored by him." He mocked. "She would only put on this expression when she was
with me. Seems like she''s smitten with Axel Whitaker."
Carl knitted his brows. "Mr. Schmidt, what do you n to...
"I have kept her around for years, but I have no use for a woman who has fallen for another man." Eyes
half-closed, Jameson added, "Still, I''ll keep her around for a little longer until I squeeze every drop out
of her. After all, she makes the perfect bait for Axel Whitaker, don''t you agree?"
"That''s true..." Carl had grown fond of Amber after years of working together. He took care of her in
daily life. However, his hands were tied if Jameson wanted Amber dead.
His phone vibrated from an iing call. He picked up the call and soon hung up. Then, he ryed
the information to Jameson, "Mr. Schmidt, we have some updates from Tsulu. Thanks to your
arrangement, Landon Harper''s sister, Zoe, was sent into prostitution, serving the Tsulu elites. She
served multiple customers daily, most of them prominent figures, and there was no way out for her.
"Within a month, she contracted various STDs. I heard she was too ill to take any customers. Now,
she''s locked up in a basement and starved for three days. From the sounds of it, she appears to be
dying."
"Show her some mercy, considering she once worked for me," Jameson replied coolly.
Carl got the hint. "Got it." Jameson apparently wanted a quick death for Zoe.
"See? This is what you call a revenge. Landon Harper''s softness and sentimentality make him an
ineffectual man." Sighing, Jamesonmented, "Everything I did was for Alyssa. Too bad she still
doesn''t recognize my devotion to her."