Amber followed Carl to the venue with a stoic demeanor, even though she was drenched in a cold sweat and dragged her feet.She recalled the pot of roses thrown out by Jameson, and she went through all possible worst-case scenarios.Jameson had always cherished the red roses. His sudden decision to throw them out and his act of summoning her suggested that he had found out about the tapping device.When she snapped back to reality, she shut her eyes and inhaled deeply. When she opened her eyes again, they shone with a determined look as if she was ready to face her execution.Death was inevitable anyway. Having mentally braced herself for the worst, she found herself unshaken by fear.…Amber was led to the ghoulish basement, where countless people lost their lives in executions.A few guards stood in the corners of the basement. Clad in an impeccable grey suit, Jameson lounged on the red velvet couch in the middle of the space. Legs folded, he enjoyed a glass of red wine.His r
Wesley was severely injured, his life hanging by a thread.Amber gritted her teeth. A torrent of rage flooded her heart, threatening to spill over. Jameson held her waist so tightly that she was unable to move. Even if she could move, how on earth was she supposed to get there?"I can't believe I trusted and nurtured you. Yet, you chose to betray Mr. Schmidt! You good-for-nothing traitor!"Carl, already violent, was incensed. His outrage burned hotter than ever. He yearned to torture Wesley relentlessly, a display of his unwavering loyalty. "Do you have any idea what you've done by selling us out?" "What… if… I did?" Wesley rasped weakly, slumped sideways. "It... didn't... change... my decision..."Wesley's words piqued James' interest. He raised an eyebrow, taking a deliberate sip of wine. Amber's lips trembled as she stared at Wesley, who was on the brink of death. She counted down in her heart, barely breathing!"Why did you betray Mr. Schmidt? Speak!" Carl glared at him
Amber heard Jameson clearly but felt torn between her mind and body. She couldn't utter a response."Go. Now," Jameson urged, his gaze turning icy.A shiver wracked Amber as she rose, her dress clinging uncomfortably to her cold sweat. She was alive, but she felt as if she had died over and over again.She walked toward Wesley; a few steps felt like a lifetime.Wesley's hands were bound, so he used his head to prop himself up. He swayed as he kneeled before her.He had known he would die the moment he was captured. However, he wasn’t resigned to a meaningless death; he wanted to die with dignity.Carl approached and took Amber's cold hand, placing a gun in it and forcing her fingers to grip the handle.Despite the blood covering his face, Wesley offered her a wan smile, a gesture meant to comfort Amber.Tears welled in Amber's eyes as she squeezed them shut. The dank basement was a slaughterhouse. She opened her eyes again. Wesley's left eye was swollen and bloodshot; he co
The next day, Julien arrived alone at Alyssa and Jasper's villa."Jul, where's Jonah?"Alyssa and Julien sat in the living room while Jasper, ever the considerate host, brought out a platter of cut fruits for their guest. "Jonah is at home taking care of Dad and managing some household errands. We're leaving for Mosgravia in two days."A sweet sentiment welled up in Julien's eyes as he addressed Winston as "Dad" so naturally.Alyssa looked at him, feeling uneasy. She wondered if Jonah had destroyed the photos of his ex. "Lyse, I'm here because the medication test results are out," Julien announced, his voice firm as he handed them the document. Alyssa tore open the brown envelope while Jasper quickly sat beside her. "The breakdown seems complex," Alyssa said. She was a surgeon, so she knew very little about pharmaceuticals. Jasper, however, perused the document with ease. "Is this considered medication, not a drug?""It is a type of medication. I've checked the contents.
They hadn't finished their conversation about the medication when another problem emerged.Xavier drove Jasper's Rolls-Royce as they sped to the police station, a heavy atmosphere settling in the car. Cyrus was waiting at the police station, his expression intense. "Everything was fine. How did Uncle Nathan end up involved in a murder?" Alyssa asked eagerly. "We received a report last night that a male body was found in an obscure alley on South Harmony Street in the West City District. He was severely beaten, with many signs of lacerations and heavy impact. "The victim had a Northern Cardinal badge on his chest. After confirming his identity, it turned out he was a member of The Ivory Gang," Cyrus explained calmly. Cyrus continued, "The alley is near a high-end membership club. It's usually empty during the day, and guests drive directly into the basement car park at night. No one walks in that alley. "It was an old lady who was collecting recyclables that found the body
"I don't think this is something a street thug would do," Jasper knowingly said as he caressed Alyssa's neck."Cyrus, I think we should investigate the crime scene. Any clues could exonerate Uncle Nathan!" Alyssa's phone buzzed the moment she finished speaking. It was Colene."Colene.""Lyse, Nathan would never kill anyone! Someone must have framed him!" Colene's voice trembled with anxiety. "Colene, don't panic. We'll get to the bottom of this." Alyssa's heart tightened, but she continued to comfort her gently.Colene took a deep breath, her voice hoarse from distress. "Nothing can happen to Nathan. Otherwise, the den of thieves he has been holding off would rebel. The Ivory Gang will fall apart if he's gone!"Alyssa understood the gravity of the matter. The gang members were not interested in business politics; they would come with guns blazing if provoked.The call was on speaker, so Jasper heard everything Colene said. His gaze was fierce as he gently reassured her, "Fear n
Jameson adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses, a sinister smirk playing on his lips as he heard Nicholas' confirmation. "Did you leave any traces?""As long as a crime is committed, there will always be traces. However, as long as there are no witnesses, there are no traces." Nicholas smiled gently. "Do you not trust me, Mr. Schimdt? I'm a professional."A crime committed by a seasoned criminal was terrifying. Even more so when the perpetrator was a veteran policeman with years of experience and professionalism in managing cases."Thank you for your hard work." Jameson had temporarily forgotten the grievance his wound had brought him. He smiled deeply. "You're so reliable, Chief Novak. Once I succeed, I assure you, you'll be handsomely rewarded.""You're too kind. I'm willing to do anything as long as it guarantees the success of the new drug's development." Nicholas sounded sincere."Of course. Believe me, there's nothing I can't achieve."After the call ended, Jameson stared at the
"Ms. Alyssa, I've got the information you requested," Sean said, casting a quick glance at the attorney. The attorney understood and stood up instantly. "Mr. Beckett, Ms. Alyssa, since Mr. Marc appointed me, I will do my absolute best for Mr. Nathan's case. I'll have to take my leave now; my apologies."Sean sent off the attorney while Alyssa and Jasper quickly flipped through the documents.Alyssa said, "This is the information that I asked Sean to investigate and gather on Nicholas."Jasper arched his eyebrows in surprise. "Lyse, we're thinking the same thing. I was thinking after investigating The Ivory Gang, I'd continue the investigation on this Novak guy. You're so smart."After he finished, he couldn't help but peck her lips. It wasn't enough for him, so he kissed her again."Hah! How could I follow in your footsteps if I weren't smart enough?"Alyssa pouted with some arrogance, then nuzzled against Jasper's cheek. "This is a difficult battle, so I can't let you handle e
"How about now? Is Ms. Altman at home?" Alyssa asked urgently."She isn't," Clark replied. "She drove out the back gate alone around 11:00 pm. Our security personnel stopped her then, but she said she was just going out for some fresh air because she had trouble sleeping. She promised she wouldn't be long, but it's strange—she hasn't returned even now."Alyssa's ears began to ring, her heart sinking like a stone.When she ended the call, her nightgown clung to her skin, drenched in cold sweat. Her trembling hand gripped the phone tightly.She thought of calling Jonah, but he was still searching for Julien in Mosgravia. He wouldn't be able to return in time. Silas wasn't home tonight; he was likely with Rose. Besides, he was more of an academic than a fighter—not someone who could help in a crisis. Getting him out of bed in the middle of the night couldn't possibly solve any of their problems. Axel had returned to his organization, leaving Cyrus as the only one accessible who mi
Amber's eyes reddened as she darted toward the trapdoor in The Millennium, tears streaming down her face.Remy had let her go. He actually spared her! Didn't this prove that he was Damien? That his true nature lingered, even if his memories of the past had been lost?Hope and excitement bubbled within her as she ran. She had to reach Alyssa immediately and share this evidence—this incredible news!Emerging from the trapdoor, Amber navigated the tangled paths among the weeds on the mountain behind The Millennium.Suddenly, she froze. Her breath hitched. Beams of white light shone from all directions, focusing on her. The cold, unyielding spotlights told her everything—she was surrounded, the target of an ambush. Amber's heart pounded in her chest. Cold sweat slicked her palms as her fingers clenched tightly around her dagger. The veins on the back of her hand throbbed with adrenaline.Six assassins in black emerged from the shadows, their flashlights cutting through the gl
Amber glared at Remy through her bloodshot eyes, thrusting her gleaming blade toward his chest. In her early days of being Jameson's follower, the first lesson drilled into her was how to kill quickly and efficiently. Refinement wasn't necessary—only results mattered. Yet, despite mastering the techniques, she had never put them into practice. Deep down, Amber feared the sight of blood and loathed the idea of taking a life.And now, of all people, it was Remy forcing her to cross that line.The blade's tip hovered mere inches from Remy's heart when hesitation gripped her. Axel's voice echoed in her mind, raw with emotion. "Amber, I keep feeling that Remy is my fifth brother, Damien. We miss him… We want him to come home!"Her pupils dilated. The blade wavered, its deadly intent dissipating.That single moment of doubt was all Remy needed. With a calm, calculated motion, he seized her wrist and twisted it sharply.Amber gasped in pain, her grip faltering as the blade clattered
The password to Jameson's room was Alyssa's birthday. Jameson had always believed himself to be a devoted man, taking pride in that notion. Yet, in Amber's eyes, his devotion was nothing more than a pathetic joke—a sentiment she couldn't help but detest.Taking a steadying breath, Amber began rummaging through the drawers and shelves with swift precision.Years of observation had taught her that Jameson had hidden several secret compartments in this room, places meant to conceal vital information. Unless Jameson or Carl disclosed their existence, even the police might not have uncovered them.After what felt like an eternity, sweat beading on her forehead, Amber discovered a hidden compartment beneath a floor sculpture.As she pried the brick loose, her breath hitched. Inside the compartment lay a waterproof plastic bag containing a document and a USB drive.Amber retrieved the document. Her heart raced as she realized its contents—a research report from Mosgravia's RC Biotech
Ever since getting together with Axel, Amber had lived each day in bliss. Yet, when Winston assured her that he truly accepted her and approved of her marriage to Axel, that bliss reached its peak. For so long, Amber had struggled with feelings of inferiority, never truly believing she deserved Axel's love. Deep down, she had resolved to step away if Winston disapproved or insisted Axel marry a woman from a reputable family—a match more fitting of his status.She wouldn't have hesitated to leave if it meant sparing Winston and Axel any conflict. Amber loved Axel wholeheartedly and was willing to sacrifice everything for him.But instead of rejection, she found warmth. The Taylor family embraced her as one of their own, showing her kindness and understanding rather than disdain for her past.She could never repay such compassion. "Winston… Thank you. Thank you…" Amber's tear-filled eyes glistened, their brightness undimmed despite all the darkness she had endured. Winston s
Amber stifled a laugh and teased, "Stop talking, Mr. Whitaker. You're going to sound like a broken record if you keep going." …After breakfast and a quick packing session, Axel departed from Heightsnew Villa. Amber spent her day helping the Taylors with various tasks. She assisted Mandy in organizing documents for Lovelace Group's projects, helped Lyla with cooking, and even joined Colene in feeding her horse. With Tatiana's due date approaching, Amber also pitched in for her shower preparations.Amber had always been a diligent person, but today, she seemed particularly intent on keeping herself busy. She was counting down the hours until nightfall. After dinner, the Taylors sat in the living room and chatted casually as they always did. The warm, familial atmosphere filled the space, and Amber joined in, her perceptive nature making her a seamless part of the group.When everyone retired to their rooms, Amber rose to help the helpers clear the table. "Amber." Startled
Axel and Amber had only spent half a month together before the former was called back to report for work. The night before his departure, they spent hours lost in each other, their passion unrelenting. Again and again, they exchanged kisses, their love pouring forth in an endless tide."Amber, three months… Just give me three more months." When their fervor finally waned, Axel held Amber close in his arms. They rested against the headboard, leaning into one another, too exhausted to move yet unwilling to let sleep claim them."Once I finish all the missions I've taken on, I'll hand in my resignation. After that, I'll spend all my time with you," Axel murmured, his voice steady with resolve. "We'll go wherever you want. If you want fun, I'll have fun with you. If you want chaos, I'll spend my life going crazy with you."Axel wasn't one for flowery words. He simply spoke from the heart. Right now, his heart only wanted Amber—forever.Amber nestled closer, her soft smile masking t
"Sir." Sheryl immediately stood and greeted Justin respectfully as he entered the room. "What are you doing here?" Justin's cold gaze swept over her as he strolled leisurely to the couch and sat down.Sheryl quickly explained, "I received a parcel for you from the administrative secretary half an hour ago. I thought it might be something important, something you wouldn't want too many people to handle. So, I waited for you to return and open it personally.""A parcel?" Justin frowned. Why would anyone send him a parcel to Beckett Group, of all places? How strange. Sheryl presented the parcel to him with both hands. He took it from her and then opened it right before her. After removing three layers of wrapping, each from outside and inside the box, the parcel turned out to contain only a plain white envelope. His expression darkened. It felt like someone was toying with him.Then, he looked down and opened the envelope, which contained a stack of photographs. Pinching a co
"Don't be so pessimistic, Jonah," Alyssa said. Perhaps having just seen Jasper and going through that heart-stopping moment made Alyssa emotional. Tears welled up in her eyes as she continued, "If you truly love someone, you don't need to possess him to find happiness. Isn't it enough to know he's alive, well, and living freely somewhere in this world?""You're right, Lyse." Sorrow filled Jonah's voice as he smiled bitterly. "Julien has already lost and sacrificed too much for my sake. I don't deserve to have such a good man. He'll only find true happiness by leaving me."…After Justin took over as president of Beckett Group, his first move was to wrest control of the A5 Project bid from Jasper's hands.Though Jasper had failed as the leader of Beckett Group, as the eldest son, it was only natural for Justin to inherit the position of power. Justin was aware of lingering opposition within the corporation. Some doubted whether he possessed the decisiveness and singular capabili