Chapter 1975

Amber's heart pounded against her ribcage as her organs contorted in fear. Despite the panic, she did not betray a hint of emotion. She owed her exceptional mental fortitude to the training administered by Jameson, which she now employed against him.

In her silence, he grinned maliciously and advanced slowly toward her. All of a sudden, he produced a gun from his waist and pressed the muzzle against her sweaty forehead.

"M-Mr. Schmidt!" Carl turned pale at the sight as his heart leaped into his throat.

"Amber Altman, were you the traitor? Answer me," he confronted her word-by-word with a murderous look in his eyes.

She stared into his eyes but remained silent.

"Answer me!" he roared, the veins in his hands bulging in anger.

"Yes," Amber admitted, knowing there was no escape. The moment Jameson aimed the gun, he had known about her betrayal. This was no interrogation.

Driven by his ruthless nature, he wanted the woman—whom he had raised and molded into Alyssa's doppelgänger—to be