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At the same time, things were intense at The Millennium. Carl and Amber waited outside the basement and listened to the agonizing screams from within. Amber appeared unfazed, while Carl was visibly distressed.
He commented, “You’re quite something, aren’t you? How do you stay composed amid those screams? I’ve seldom encountered a woman as tough as you, except for Ms. Alyssa,” Carl remarked. She smirked. “Sharing her looks is pathetic enough. Can’t I even have a personality of my own?” “Gosh, I didn’t mean that…” Carl was interrupted as the basement door swung open.
Jameson appeared in a blood-stained silk shirt, his upper torso covered in blood.
Jameson panted heavily as sweat trickled down his chiseled face. His eyes gleamed with malice, like a devil emerging from the depths of hell. A sense of satisfaction enveloped him after his recent predation.
“Mr. Schmidt,” Carl and Amber greeted him in unison.
Jameson tossed the blood-stained whip onto the floor and took off his glasses. He then wiped off the blood on the glasses with the hem of his shirt.
Back in Kontina, he’d go hunting whenever he was in a foul mood. Unfortunately, Solana City didn’t have any hunting grounds. Left with no choice, he was forced to release his frustration on human beings instead.
To his surprise, he found torturing humans much more enjoyable than hunting wild animals, a practice he intended to continue.
Carl and Amber silently trailed him to his room. Observing the blood on Jameson’s hand, Carl nudged Amber. “Ms. Altman, Mr. Schmidt is injured. Please tend to his wound.”
Taken aback, Amber hesitated briefly before offering, “Mr. Schmidt, your hand is injured. I’ll¡ªAh!” Before she knew it, Jameson had aggressively dragged her into his bedroom and slammed the door shut, leaving Carl worrying for her fate at the door.
In the room, Jameson fervently kissed her on the lips as he tore her clothes. She found herself in only her undergarments as they stumbled onto the bed. Protectively folding her arms across her chest, she trembled. “No … Please, no … Mr. Schmidt …”
“Amber Altman, how dare you refuse me?” Jameson mounted her soft body and glowered at her face, which bore an uncanny resemblance with Alyssa. “You’re not Alyssa. Do you think you could turn me down as she did?”
With that, he slapped her across the face, causing her cheeks to swell and her ears to ring.
In her decade of service to Jameson, he had never forced himself on her despite treating her like a tool.
The slap shattered any illusions she held about Jameson. He was no longer the perfect and kind gentleman she once knew.
Jameson paused, about to speak, but a ringing phone interrupted him. He frowned when he saw the caller ID. “Why are you calling me?”
“You’ll have trouble settling your problem without my help. Isn’t that right?” the caller teased with a snicker.
Jameson turned his back on Amber, yet she could overhear the caller’s voice¡ªa deep, distinctive, melodious tone.
“I’m surprised you heard about it,” Jameson replied respectfully, surprising Amber.
“Of course. Ms. Alyssa is a well-known name. Not only is she a rare beauty, but she’s also stubborn, sassy, and exceptional. I admire those qualities in her.”
Jameson felt his chest tighten. He bit his lower lip nervously.
The man continued, “Don’t worry. I observe the bro code. I would never pursue the woman you have your eyes on.”
With a chuckle, he added, “Not only that, I’ll lend you a hand in winning Ms. Alyssa’s heart.”
Jameson perked up upon hearing the man’s willingness to assist. “Please elaborate.”
“Check your phone. I have a gift for you.”
Jameson immediately looked at his phone screen. There, he discovered a new email notification. Meanwhile, Amber observed Jameson’s tensing posture intently, her curiosity deepening regarding the identity of the caller who was capable of affecting Jameson.
Pursing his pallid lips, Jameson tapped on the newly received email, which contained an attachment of a hospital diagnosis. Furrowing his brows, he swiftly checked the contents, which left him visibly shocked.
His heart raced, and he almost lost his grip on the phone.
The caller chuckled. “What’s wrong? Is it too shocking for you?”
“Is that real? No, it’s not true …” Jameson mumbled, repeatedly checking the document. He trembled uncontrollably as his blood ran cold. “How could Lyse have been pregnant with Jeremy’s baby? How could they have had a child together?”
“What’s the problem? Will you love her less just because she was once pregnant?” The caller snorted and added indifferently, “You should be thankful that she suffered a miscarriage. Otherwise, you’ll be fathering Jeremy Walsh’s kid. Being a stepfather is not a walk in the park.”
Crushed by the truth, Jameson’s eyes flickered with resentment as he grappled with the heartache. The caller disregarded his emotional turmoil and added with a smile, “Jeremy Walsh himself didn’t know about her pregnancy and miscarriage. She kept it a secret from him. Not only that, she kept it from her dad and her brothers.
“Just imagine the men of the Taylor family learning about the miscarriage and infertility of their precious Alyssa, all because of Jeremy. Do you think they’ll still give their blessings to her and Jeremy? That’s impossible!”
Jameson grasped his phone tightly as pain coursed through his veins. He looked sickly.
The caller was right. Alyssa’s greatest pain in life was losing her child. Jameson believed he could exploit her vulnerability to drive a wedge between her and Jeremy. He resolved to go to any lengths to ruin her relationship with Jeremy.
Collecting himself, he responded, “Thank you for your help. If I win Alyssa’s heart, I’ll repay you in any way possible.” His eyes flashed with a menacing look.
“You’ve been of great help to me by managing my business in Kontina. This is a small favor. Don’t mention it.” After a pause, the caller suddenly reminded him, “By the way, keep our exchange a secret. Leaking it will only backfire on you.”
“Got it. I’ve chosen a representative to release the news,” Jameson said, adjusting his glasses with an evil grin. “She’s the best candidate.”
The incident at the horseracing event had thrust the Walsh’s and the Harpers into a severe PR crisis. Despite the Walsh Group PR department’s efforts to control and remove the videos, the discussion surrounding Sophia’s video remained intense.
Regrettably, the video repeatedly resurfaced because the netizens made copies and spread them like the plague. The Walsh Group failed to get rid of the embarrassing videos once and for all.
“Who has the video of Sophia Kirkman? Send me a copy, please?”
“Sharing is caring!”
“I want it too!”
“I want it three!”
“I’ve watched it once. It’s so thrilling. DM me if you want it!”
“You disgusting people! What’s so great about watching an old lady touching herself? It’s revolting, but hey, I won’t mind a copy.”
While the Walsh Group was fighting the shameful scandal, the Harper Group dealt with a bigger issue at hand. The news of the Harpers poisoning KS Group’s racehorse had spread like wildfire nationwide.
The incident went beyond reputational damage. Due to the foul play, Alyssa was at risk of serious injury. Following the news, Harper
Group’s stock price plummeted, resulting in a staggering ten billion dollar loss in market value.
Some businesses promptly terminated their partnerships with Harper Group, fearing they might become victims of the company’s questionable ethics. Recognizing their lack of influence compared to
KS Group, these businesses could only endure in silence if Harper Group exploited them.
Preston spent days extinguishing fires, but those he contacted only humored him due to his social standing. His arrogance at the horseracing event had become the talk of social circles, tarnishing his reputation irreparably. No one would take him seriously anymore.
Overnight, the Harper Group became the outcast of society and
Cornelius, already an old man, was rushed to the hospital after suffering the blow. Penelope, Zoe, and
Preston stayed by his side.
Leaning weakly against the headboard, Cornelius slammed his fist on the bed with a flushed face.
“Losers! None of you could resolve the company’s crisis. What’s the point of staying by my bedside? If we don’t survive this crisis, I will rewrite my will and donate all my assets. You guys will not get a cent of the inheritance!”
Zoe was terrified at Cornelius’ threat. His inheritance was a windfall, and she’d be doomed if he decided to give it to charity.
Cornelius continued indignantly, “God, show some mercy to the Harper family! How could you take my
Bill away so soon? He’s the only good one in the family!
“Look at what has befallen our family. Oh, Bill, this wouldn’t have happened if you were still alive!”
Cornelius’ words triggered Penelope’s memories of her late husband, and she began sobbing. Preston, feeling envious, clenched his jaw and advised, “Dad, calm down. I’ve been trying to handle the crisis.
I’ll convince our business partners who canceled their projects with us to reconsider …”
“Oh, don’t think I’m not aware of your capability. If you were nicer to Alyssa and her family, things wouldn’t have spiraled into this state,” Cornelius berated his second son with disappointment.
He continued, “Have you done anything noteworthy since the incident started? Just look at the stock price and the failed partnerships! How will you save the company when you’re facing a reputational crisis yourself? No one will show you any respect now.”
Preston struggled to suppress his frustration. It was humiliating for a man of his age to be publicly scolded by his father.
Cornelius grunted. “Just lie low for now, or you’ll land us in greater trouble. Hand over your projects to
Landon, and let him handle the PR crisis.
“Since the public is averse to you, stay away from the public eye. You wouldn’t want to fuel their hatred for the company, would you?”