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What was once a luxurious private room had now become a scene of carnage in order to dispose of Josh.
With an utterly expressionless face, Jameson sat atop him, delivering blow after blow.
Josh’s eyes were so swollen that he could no longer open them. His front teeth were gone too. He was as miserable as he could be.
“Mr. Jameson, that’s enough! You might kill him if you continue beating him like that,” Carl kindly reminded him.
Only then did Jameson retract his fists. He stood up slowly from the pile of trash on the floor.
He retrieved a snowy white handkerchief from his pocket and meticulously wiped away the blood stains from his hands. Then, with disdain, he tossed the soiled handkerchief at Josh’s unrecognizable face.
“Y-You… hit me?” Josh’s head was spinning. His mouth was full of blood, and he could barely speak clearly.
“You came to my place to cause trouble and even laid hands on my people. Josh, have I been too nice to you?” Jameson looked down on Josh with a cold smirk.
“Y-Your… place?” Josh stared at Jameson in shock.
“Mr. Schmidt owns The Millennium. Everything here belongs to him,” Carl proudly explained from the side.
Josh froze and became speechless at those words.
The Millennium was the most prestigious club in the country, as well as a money-squandering haven where many dreamed of becoming members to show off their status. The mysterious boss behind it was actually Jameson?
How could he, a discarded pawn who had just found a foothold in the Schmidt family, have such a large business? What kind of joke was this?
“Since you’ve come here to spend money, I wouldn’t have bothered you if you had behaved. But it looks like it’s too difficult for you to do that.”
After saying that, Jameson turned to face Amber. He extended his hand toward her while gazing at her coldly.
It was just like when they first met, but the significance was worlds apart.
Back then, Jameson’s outstretched hand was one of redemption, pulling her out of hell and into the world. It gave her hope.
But now, the same hand pushed her into the abyss time and time again, delivering her to those devils.
She saw through it now and was totally disheartened. She no longer wanted any of his pity and charity.
“It’s okay, Mr. Schmidt. I can manage on my own.” Amber regained her composure. Gritting her teeth, she struggled to stand.
Jameson’s eyes remained indifferent as he glanced at Carl.
Carl quickly draped Jameson’s coat over Amber, saying, “Ms. Altman, Mr. Schmidt heard that you were in trouble and rushed over to help you. He’s so good to you.”
Amber remained silent with lowered eyes.
“Jameson… So… you’ve been pretending all along… You’ve been acting all this while!” Trembling, Josh pointed at Jameson’s face, as if only now had he truly seen through his facade.
“Have I been acting? Or were you just blind?”
Jameson scoffed. “You’ve never faced me properly. You’ve always thought of me as the weak kid from 15 years ago, the one you could bully and exploit at will.
“Josh, not only are you blind, but you’re also foolish and arrogant. But I have to thank you for underestimating me. If not for your arrogance, how could I have won so easily? How could you have been defeated so thoroughly?”
“You won? You spoke too soon!”
Josh was dizzy from the beating and unable to get up. “I’ve already taken Jonah down. Dad is trusting me again and is ready to promote me. How long do you think you can remain as the president?
“I think running a brothel like this suits you better!”
“Do you really believe you took Jonah down?” Jameson looked at him disdainfully.
Josh’s heart skipped a beat. “What do you mean?”
“Never mind. Just continue dreaming.”
Jameson reached for Amber’s trembling shoulder and headed toward the door. “You don’t have to compensate for what you broke. Save that money and go treat your face.”
Just as they were leaving, Josh suddenly burst into piercing laughter.
“Hahaha! Jameson! You’re truly a twisted psycho! Since you can’t have Alyssa, you keep a woman who looks like her by your side! How pathetic! You’re truly pitiful!
“You can’t get the real person, so you settle for a fake! But a bastard like you, who can only earn Dad’s attention through trickery, only deserves a fake! You’ll never beat Jeremy, and you’ll never get Alyssa. Never! Hahaha!”
Jameson’s dark eyes turned murderous as he walked away.
Amber could feel the pain in her shoulder as his grip tightened.
Back in his room, Jameson angrily downed a glass of strong liquor to ease his frustration.
“Mr. Schmidt, there’s no need to be upset with that idiot,” Carl hurriedly consoled him.
“He’s already a lost cause, just struggling in his final moments. With Ms. Alyssa’s intelligence, she would find out that Josh leaked Jonah’s information. In fact, she might have already found out, and it’s only a matter of time before she takes action.
“Please calm down. We just need to wait for the Taylor family to make their move and have them deal with him for you.”
“Amber, what happened?” Jameson asked, his gaze icy as he stared at Amber, who was cowering in the corner.
“You’ve never appeared to drink with customers without my instructions. Why did you show up at Josh’s room?”
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“Oh, Mr. Schmidt, let me explain,” Carl interjected quickly.
“I’ve looked into the situation. That scumbag Josh specifically requested Ms. Altman to drink with him. Our people tried to stop him, but he went crazy, smashing things and causing a scene in the private room.
“He even injured two girls. Ms. Altman was afraid of things escalating, so she went over to handle it.”
Amber’s heart clenched tightly as she kept her head down. She didn’t dare meet Jameson’s eyes.
“If he wants to cause trouble, let him. It’s just breaking a few bottles. Do you think I’d be upset about that?”
Jameson’s sinister gaze fell heavily on Amber’s face. “You might cause more trouble than you realize by stepping forward with that face. My fight with Josh is at a critical juncture now. Don’t cause me any more trouble.
“And I don’t like women who don’t obey me. If it happens again, I’ll punish you severely.”
Amber took a deep breath and slowly parted her pale lips. “Mr. Schmidt, my value as Ms. Alyssa’s standin is gone now. Going out with this face will only cause you trouble.
“Can you let me change back to my own face and let me be myself again?”
Carl gasped in shock.
What the heck? What was Amber saying? Did she have a death wish?
Sure enough, Jameson approached her slowly and stared at her coldly. “What did you say? Say it again.” “I… want to have my face back.” Amber’s moist eyes flickered. Her fingertips were embedded in the flesh of her palm in her anxiety.
Jameson grabbed her chin fiercely, his fingertips exerting enough force to make her wince in pain. “How dare you say that to me?
“It’s your blessing to have a face resembling Lyse. You should be grateful. You should thank Lyse for giving you a value far beyond your own existence. Now you tell me you don’t want this face anymore? How dare you? How can you?”
With a sudden lift of his hand, Amber winced in pain, and tears welled up at the corners of her eyes.
At that moment, an urgent knock sounded at the door.
Only then did Jameson angrily withdraw his hand. Amber turned her face away, where a bright red mark could be seen on her jawline.
Carl went to open the door, and a security guard walked in.
“Mr. Schmidt, there’s a large hole in the window of room A015 on the fifth floor. The hole was cut very neatly, possibly with a special tool. There may be intruders lurking inside.”
At once, Amber’s forehead was covered in cold sweat, and her heart pounded rapidly.
“What? What have you all been doing? How did you just realize this now?” Carl exclaimed in shock.
“Did you check the surveillance footage?” Jameson asked with a cold and ruthless gaze.
“We did, but no intruders were captured.”