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“I represent the Walsh Group as their legal advisor. If you do not have solid proof of your accusations about Ms. Betty stealing confidential information, Ms. Grant, I will see you in court for defamation,” the lawyer said boldly.
Abigail got scared at the thought of being sued, but she was even more terrified of dying.
Currently, the man who held her life in his hands was gazing directly at her, leaving her with no chance to reconsider.
She shuddered and promptly retorted, “O-Of course I have proof! Don’t assume I’m intimidated by you arrogant pricks simply because you’re rich and powerful! I’ve changed my ways, so I won’t harm anyone else just because someone paid me to!”
“Mr. Jeremy,” the lawyer shot Jeremy a troubled look.
Jeremy’s tone was as icy as ever, and he spoke as though he had no connection to his family’s company whatsoever.
“Tell Mr. Javier that he can forget about Abigail. It’s the entire KS World that’s going to take him down.
now.
He concealed the fact that he, too, would be contributing to Javier’s downfall.
The lawyer quivered in his shoes upon hearing that.
Alyssa was Winston Taylor’s most beloved child. If things took a turn for the worse, he would face the wrath of the entire Taylor family.
Winston Taylor himself, Jonah Taylor, and even the whole Lovelace family would rally behind them. It would be an utter war and him the only casualty.
“A wise general knows to raise their white flag when all is lost. Persistence when not a single odd is in their favor will only make their downfall harder,” Jeremy snarked as he turned to look at Alyssa.
But she had long left the hall.
His warm, beating heart turned as cold as ice in a split second.
Alyssa escorted Yves to the parking lot.
“You surprised me tonight, Alyssa,” Yves said gently, giving her a hug. “But I knew any sibling of Jonah’s wouldn’t disappoint.”
Alyssa flashed a grin, saying, “That’s because you’re seeing things through Jonah-tinted lenses.”
“But I mean it, Alyssa. I can tell from the way you speak and behave that you’re an exceptional woman. I truly respect you. I have a feeling we’re going to be great friends!”
“Hmm… Not great family?” Alyssa teased.
Yves’ eyes widened. She giggled, blushing in response.
“Oh love, I’m already turning 50 next year. I do like Jonah, but I can’t hold him back.”
“So what if you’re 50? My Dad has a 25-year age difference between him and his third wife. They’re doing mighty fine together.”
Alyssa wrapped an arm around Yves’ shoulders.
“Life is short, Madam Yves. We should do everything in our power to live it contentedly and happily, don’t you think? If you truly like my brother, then go for it. I wholeheartedly encourage you.”
“Alexa,” Yves suddenly called her by her alias. “Have you ever regretted anything in your life thus far?”
Pain lanced Alyssa’s heart as the harsh memories she kept locked away in the depths of her heart revealed a fraction of themselves.
She smiled lightly. “Honestly, yes, I have. But I’ve already let that go. So, no more regrets.”
She regretted marrying Jeremy, but she no longer held on to it because it had happened and then passed.
It might sound complicated, but that was how she felt, nevertheless.
After Yves got into her car, Alyssa waved her goodbye.
“Alexa!”
“Hold on, Ms. Alyssa!”
The crowd of reporters swarmed around her, encircling her and bombarding her with microphones and cameras as if she had won some prestigious award.
Though they meant no harm, it was still challenging to make her way through the throng.
“Ms. Alexa, do you plan to take action against Betty Walsh for stealing your company’s confidential information? Do you plan to sue her?”
“Betty Walsh’s actions have led Ms. Ada Kingsley to terminate her contract with you. Will KS World
Hotel take it up with the Walsh Group for this incident?”
“Ms. Ada Kingsley has made it clear that she intends to terminate her contract with Berenike Hotel. Will you resume the contract and work with her once again?”
Alyssa had had a long day. She no longer had much strength. In fact, her gastritis was starting to act up.
again.
She winced, tears beading on her forehead as her stomach churned. Yet, she remained calm and composed on the outside.
“-“
However, before she could finish her sentence, someone ran into the crowd and wrapped their arms around her, defending her from the onslaught of reporters. Her vision blurred slightly.
When she next regained clarity, a voice said, “KS Group will be sure to answer all of your questions later. Kindly give Ms. Alyssa some space right now as she’s feeling quite unwell. I’m taking her to the hospital.”
Alyssa narrowed her eyes, looking up at Jameson.
She hadn’t once seen him throughout the night. How would he know she was feeling unwell?
All of a sudden, the pain and anguish she’d experienced for three years swelled up like an undercurrent.
Jeremy had not once shown her care or kindness when she was unwell. Even when she was bedridden after her miscarriage, he wouldn’t even get her a single glass of water when she asked.
He might not have known of her condition then, but it showed how little he cared for her if he didn’t even make such a small gesture for her sake.
Love was in the details, and her love for Jeremy had been whittled away for three years from the lack of it.
Did she regret it? Indeed, she had.
But she had made her decision already. There was no use blaming herself or anyone else.
Jameson’s heart ached at the sight of Alyssa in such pain. He carefully cradled her, asking softly, “Is it bad?”
“Mhm,” Alyssa breathed out weakly.
“Can you hold on until we reach the hospital?” Jameson asked worriedly.
Alyssa forced a smile. “I won’t die, that’s for sure.”
Jameson swallowed. He had never felt like this about anyone, only Alyssa.
He only wanted to keep her safe and love her until death parted them.
“It’s okay. I’m here. I’ll drive you.” Jameson helped her walk with an arm around her waist, nudging their way out of the crowd.
A nosy reporter shoved a mic in his face, smelling an opportunity for celebrity gossip. “May we know who you are exactly, sir?”
Jameson quipped uninterestedly, “Jameson Schmidt, son of Victor Schmidt from the Schmidt Group.”
Schmidt Group? They were just about on par with the Walsh Group in the city! Naturally, only a man like him could get so close to a woman as multi-faceted and remarkable as Alyssa Taylor!
“What is your relationship with Ms. Alyssa, Mr. Jameson?”
“Are you two dating?”
Alyssa was in so much pain that she could only roll her eyes internally.
How childish and lacking in creativity were these media people?
Why, when it came to a man and a woman being together, did their first assumption always jump to them being in a relationship?
What about just being friends?