Filed to story: The CEO’s Wife Is a Secret Boss Novel (Allison & Jeremy) Free Online
Amber welled up with tears of excitement. Her eyes turned red as she clenched tightly onto the USB in her palm.
The days passed by without any turbulence.
Twice each day-once in the morning and once at night-Briar and another nurse rotated shifts to take Jameson’s medications to him and give him his shots.
Each time, Jameson would have his primary physician conduct routine checks on his medication. Even so, the results were identical each time.
There were no problems with the medications.
Before they realized it, it was the day before Jameson’s birthday.
That night, determined to ease the tension between Jameson and Amber, Carl set off for the gallery to retrieve Amber’s surprise birthday gift for him.
Jameson’s hospital room was heavily guarded from the outside.
He only had a bedside lamp on in his room as he read under the soft lighting.
Briar knocked on the door and walked in. In a gentle voice, she said, “Mr. Schmidt, it’s time for your medications.”
“Okay.”
Jameson seemed to be in a good mood today. There was a faint glee in his eyes.
Briar had an earnest smile on her face. However, the look in her eyes was as sharp as a blade.
Jameson’s face was elegant and refined. He was very attractive. If her brother hadn’t suffered such brutal treatment, she might have ended up being captivated by him.
“I see that you’re smiling today, Mr. Schmidt. Did something good happen?” Briar asked while smiling.
“I’m getting discharged tomorrow.”
Jameson looked up as the corners of his lips curled upward in joy. He continued, “Because it’s my birthday tomorrow.”
“Oh! Really? Happy birthday to you in advance, then!”
“Thank you, Ms. Thompson. I appreciate your efforts during this time.”
“No worries. It’s my privilege to be able to care for you, Mr. Schmidt.”
Briar placed her tray at the side of his bed. She picked up one of the syringes and asked, “Shall I help you with your shot today? Do you need Dr. Parris to come over for a quick check?”
“No need. Just leave it here. My secretary will handle it when he gets back.” Jameson directed his attention back to his book. “Okay. I shall excuse myself, then.”
When Briar turned around, her face dropped immediately. Then, she exited his hospital room.
Over ten minutes later, Carl rushed back to Jameson’s side. “Sorry to have kept you waiting, Mr. Schmidt!”
“It looks like something good has happened?” Jameson asked with a slight smile on his face.
“Um…” Carl scratched his head awkwardly and cagily.
“Forget it. You don’t have to tell me about it if you don’t want to. The plans for each year are similar anyway.”
Jameson rolled up his sleeve and extended his toned and fair-skinned arm toward him. “No matter how much I think about it, you person that I can trust the still the
Carl and piped forward respectfully dup a syringe from the et intkillfully, he injected the needle tray
Jameson’s vein.
In an instant, Jameson felt a cold sensation run through his arm. He slowly leaned back on his headboard and closed his eyes.
All of a sudden, his hospital room door opened. A bodyguard stumbled in with terror written all over his face.
“M-Mr. Schmidt! This is not good! The cops… The cops are here!”
Both Jameson’s and Carl’s jaws dropped.
“What are the cops doing here? I don’t care what you do. Just stop them from entering!” Carl commanded while he glared.
Jameson’s bodyguard was drenched in sweat. “But… But they’ve already…”
Jameson lowered his head. He asked gloomily, “What’s their team leader’s name?”
“His last name is… Taylor.”
Carl widened his eyes immediately. He looked nervously toward Jameson, who was looking emotionless.
Right at this moment, the hospital room door burst open, and Jameson watched Cyrus march in. He was casually dressed, and he had a frigid air about him.
“Hello, Mr. Schmidt. I believe I won’t need to introduce myself again,” Cyrus smirked coldly. That said, he still flashed his badge per his usual practice.
“It’s been a while, Cyrus.” The smile on Jameson’s face was friendly and warm. There was not a single hint of wickedness in his smile.
“You don’t have to address me in such a friendly manner.”
Cyrus was an experienced criminal investigator. He was usually unfazed by all the diabolical criminals that he faced. It was only when he was before Jameson that he wouldn’t be able to conceal the hatred in his eyes. He couldn’t suppress the rage that was surging within him.
“It brings me joy to hear Jeremy calling my name. As for you, it only puts me on tenterhooks. It makes me feel uncomfortable and uneasy.
A barely noticeable gleam of viciousness flashed across Jameson’s eyes.
The Taylors were people who knew how to hit a raw nerve and provoke him.
“I don’t care what you’re here for today, Chief Taylor. But Mr. Schmidt is currently unwell. His health will be affected by you people barging in like this. We can actually lodge a complaint about you for this!” Carl scowled. He couldn’t stand others being so disrespectful toward his employer.
“Chief Taylor, whatever the reason you’re here to see me, I’m willing to cooperate with you. However, I’m not feeling well at the moment. At the very least, do allow me to take my medications.” Jameson looked sickly as he said that.
“Hold up!”
With an icy look in his eyes, Cyrus waved his hand. Two officers rushed forward from behind him. They stood on Carl’s left and right and held him back. Then, they snatched the syringe from his hands. “What are you people doing?” Carl shouted as he struggled the best he could.
“Stop struggling! Otherwise, we will sue you for assaulting an officer!” one of the officers yelled angrily.
The look in Jameson’s eyes turned dim. “What is the meaning of this, Chief Taylor?”
“We received a tip-off from a member of the public. You are being suspected of substance abuse and possession. We will be detaining you according to the law!” Cyrus fixed his eyes ahead of him and marched forward.
With a click, he slapped a handcuff around Jameson’s wrists.
“Mr. Schmidt!” Carl continued to struggle. “There needs to be evidence in order to make an arrest! We will sue you for defamation if there’s no evidence!”
A dense frostiness came across Jameson’s eyes. Even so, he remained quiet.
“Do you think that we would’ve taken action rashly without any evidence? The fact that I can arrest him means that we have concrete proof.”
Cyrus glanced down at the heinous man before him. He clenched his hands into tight fists. “Come with us, Mr. Schmidt!”
Jameson was arrested. As Jameson’s trusted henchman, Carl was also summoned by the police to have his statement taken.
Even so, he remained loyal and protected his employer. Adamantly, he denied that Jameson was using drugs and kept his mouth shut.
In the wee hours of the morning the next day, Car walked out from the police station looking haggard. Coincidentally, he bumped into Jason, the lawyer whom Jameson had recruited a while back. He had been waiting in the foyer for a long time.
“Carl, news about Mr. Schmidt’s arrest for substance abuse is now widespread! Once the market opens tomorrow morning, the shares will definitely plunge!” Jason exclaimed with a troubled look on his face.
“This is not the right time to be concerned about that. What’s so important about something as material as shares? What we have to do right now is to think of a way to get Mr. Schmidt out!”
Carl was like a cat on a hot tin roof. His voice had gone hoarse. “What did the cops say?”
“The medication that you were injecting for Mr. Schmidt wasn’t any medication for treatment. It was an extract of the illegal drug that was used for human experiments previously. It’s the drug that has serious side effects on the body!”
Carl was staggered. He gasped. “What are you talking about?”
“Previously, that drug affected Solana City horribly. The authorities have identified it as a new type of drug that was disguised as medication. The police have sufficient reason to believe that Mr. Schmidt has actually been taking this type of drug while he was hospitalized!”
The anxiety made Jason’s mouth feel dry. “That means that there’s a very high possibility that Mr. Schmidt won’t be free from the accusations of drug possession and drug use.” “That’s nonsense! Mr. Schmidt has been taking…”
