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Victor’s funeral happened five days later.
Jameson arranged a grand funeral for his father. It was comparable to the Harper family’s funeral. One could say that it was even more showy than that.
Harper Group was previously in a state of danger and devastation. In comparison to that, there was an endless stream of people who came to pay their final respects to Victor. It truly portrayed how extensive his connections were and how deep-rooted the Schmidt family was in Solana City.
More importantly, over the past two years, the inconspicuous Jameson had saved Schmidt Group from the verge of collapse multiple times, demonstrating his strength as a leader.
Naturally, many businessmen flocked toward him. They wanted to be in Jameson’s good books so that they could hitch a ride on Schmidt Group’s ship to success. What they didn’t know was that this ship would only end up hitting an iceberg. When that happened, they would be completely wiped out!
At the KS Group’s headquarters, Alyssa was seated in the president’s office with a frown on her face. She was looking at the news about Jameson on her tablet.
Just then, Cyrus called. “Lyse, I’ve gone back to the crime scene twice over the last few days to look it over. I still haven’t found any clues. The person who finished him off was too meticulous. I can’t help but wonder if it might have been an inside job!”
Alyssa leaned forward and pressed her arms against the table. She buried her forehead in her palms and pondered.
An inside job?
For some reason, all her suspicion was directed toward Nicholas.
She wasn’t relying on her sixth sense or anything of that sort. Instead, she considered all the evidence they had gathered up until now and all the people around Jameson who could benefit from this. Nicholas was the only one who had such capability and sufficient motive.
He was like an inconspicuous puzzle piece. He was a puzzle piece that filled in the gap perfectly.
“It isn’t good to keep dragging this on, Lyse. If Nathan is still unable to provide evidence to prove his innocence, he will be officially prosecuted by the prosecution Cyrus exclaimed in a concerned votee.
“There’s no other choice. We have to drag this on no matter what.”
Alyssa took a deep breath. She was enraged. In a raspy voice, she said, “Cyrus, look into Aidan over the next few days and Lovelace Group as well.
“Aidan is one of the distributors of Jameson’s drugs. If we get a hold of any evidence of his ‘drug dealings,’ we can then have him in our control. We will then be able to find out more about Jameson’s crimes from him!”
“Lyse, I am an experienced criminal investigator. I have sent people to look into this before you even mentioned it.”
“Thank you, Cyrus.”
The look in Alyssa’s eyes turned deep. “Also, you have to monitor Aidan’s movements closely. He might have bodyguards with him 24/7 Still, make sure that all of you look out for his safety too.
It was a risky move for her to have mentioned Aidan intentionally in front of Jameson at that time.
Aidan’s exposure would surely make Jameson uneasy. Based on how vicious he was, he would definitely find a suitable opportunity to get rid of Aidan. Mad dogs would also have a normal appearance.
Only when they were disturbed and angered they would show their true selves. They would only bare their teeth, attack, and tear at their targets then. This was also the best way to lure the viper out.
It was not simply a game of wits between her and Jameson. It was also a race against time.
Right after Alyssa hung up her call with Cyrus, Sean knocked on the door and walked in. “Ms. Alyssa, your ride is ready. You can make your way to The Ivory Group at any time.” “Okay.”
Alyssa lifted her wrist and checked the time. “I’ll eat before we go. I need to recharge. Who knows if there might be a war to fight?”
Sean frowned. “Are you sure you want to head there alone, Ms. Alyssa? Aren’t you at least going to inform Mr. Walsh so he can keep a lookout for you?”
The Ivory might be an organization, but it was actually an organization of outlaws!
“Who says that I’ll be alone? Colene will be there, won’t she?” Alyssa responded casually.
“But…”
“Plus, Jeremy is occupied. He has other things to attend to.”
Alyssa’s gaze was fiery, and she had a bearing of a sharp-witted commander. “We have to make our moves separately so that The Ivory will not end up in chaos.”
In the afternoon, Marc was in the VIP ward at the hospital. His sideburns had started to go gray.
He was seated in his bed with his back against the headboard while being hooked onto an IV drip. He had just thrown up the lunch that he had just eaten.
Ever since Nathan was arrested, Marc’s aging body took a turn for the worse.
Two days ago, Colene came back to visit him. They hadn’t seen each other in years and weren’t the kinds of people who knew how to express their feelings. Both of them sat there quietly. Neither of them spoke up even after around an hour. It was as if they were competing with each other, creating a childish yet bitter atmosphere.
Finally, Colene broke the silence when Matilda Osborne brought food over. She helped Marc up and fed him.
Colene thought about how Marc used to be high and mighty. Yet, he had come to a point where he was almost losing his ability to feed himself. Colene could no longer hold it in and burst out in tears.
Matilda sat by Marc’s bed and held his dry hands. She choked on her tears. “Mr. Waters, Ms. Colene still cares for you.”
She was a woman who stayed by Marc’s side for half his life. She wasn’t his first, but she was his last.
She wasn’t given an official status. People from The Ivory addressed her as “Ms. Osborne” whereas Colene would address her politely as “Aunt Tilda”.
“That brat… She’s been having a good life with Winston.” Marc had the usual intimidating expression on his face. However, his eyes became moist, and his heart was moved.
“What does it matter? Power and reputation cannot be taken with us to the afterlife. So, we don’t have to be bothered by other people’s opinions of us.”
Matilda was bright-eyed, and her smile was tender. “The most important thing is that we live a comfortable and happy life. You might think that they’re not a net match for one another, but Ms. Colene has been living a happy life.
“Plus, despite his age, Winston managed to maintain his youthful look-like a man in his 40s. He’s good-looking, rich, and probably the last of his kind. Ms. Colene is the one who scored herself a good catch.”
Marc clicked his tongue. “You’re singing praises about another man even though I’m still right here. Aren’t you afraid that I’d lose it?” He made an angry face. “Look at you. You’re already a grown man…”
Matilda lifted his rough hand and put it against her cheek. She rubbed his hand on her cheek gently and continued, “Plus, no matter how kind Winston is, he’s not my type. I still love this fearless and man stili mine.”
“Let’s get married, Matsy,” Marc blurted.
man of
His eyes were filled with a level of tenderness that was rarely seen. “If… If you don’t mind the way I am right now.”
Matilda was floored. She welled up with tears of surprise and joy.
“Forget it… It’s too late.”
Marc shook his head and smiled bitterly. In a voice laced with remorse and regret, he added, “I don’t have long to live. You’re still young… You have a whole life ahead of you. “Just forget that I ever said that.”
Matilda was so touched that her eyes were filled with tears. Just as she was about to give him her response, a knock sounded at the door.
“Mr. Waters, Schmidt Group’s chairman, Mr. Jameson Schmidt, is here.”
“Who?” Marc’s eyes darkened.
After he asked that question, Jameson waltzed into the room with Carl trailing behind him. An incomprehensible hint of glee could be seen in Jameson’s dark eyes.
The Ivory Group was facing troubles both internally and externally. They were like a cat on a hot tin roof. Marc’s right hand, Nathan, had been arrested, and Colene had gone to take charge of the gang. Matilda was the only person he had left by his side.
Marc took a deep breath. His gaze was gloomy. He studied Jameson’s arrogant face and the mysterious intention in those eyes behind his gold-framed glasses.
Matilda had seen all kinds of crafty people after being by Marc’s side for so many years. Jameson was giving off an air of wild ambition and murderous intent. She had a feeling that Jameson wasn’t here for a friendly visit.
“You don’t look too good, Mr. Waters. I can see that you are very sick.”
Carl had already moved a chair over for Jameson without waiting for Marc’s prompt. Jameson then helped himself and sat down elegantly.
His attitude was arrogant and condescending. He wasn’t here to pay a hospital visit. He was here to challenge him!
Matilda was enraged. She was about to speak up when Marc said, “Mr. Schmidt, if you came here to visit me, you’ve seen me. Can you leave now?” His gaze was frigid. “Don’t be impatient, Mr. Waters.”
Jameson leaned back and crossed his legs. In a calm tone, he explained, “Coming to visit you is just one part of it. My main purpose for coming is to talk business with you.” “You and I… We have nothing to talk about!”
Marc was starting to feel weak. “Show him the way out, Matsy!”
“I want to acquire The Ivory Group.” With a cold smirk on his face, Jameson went straight to the point and revealed his ambition.
He was highly conceited!
“What… What did you say?” Marc burned with anger, and his pale face flushed red.
The Ivory was built on his blood, sweat, and tears!
