Filed to story: The CEO’s Wife Is a Secret Boss Novel (Allison & Jeremy) Free Online
*Jeremy is unconscious due to a drug he ingested. We’ve identified that the drug contains several banned substances. None of the medications here match its composition, so I suspect it’s an illegal substance from overseas.
“I’ve heard about RC from Jameson more than once. RC’s base is in Mosgravia, so I believe this drug came from them.
*Justin, you saved Jeremy’s life during the kidnapping, and now you’ve returned for him. I can see that you and Jeremy share a deep bond. You want him to wake up, don’t you?”
Staring at Alyssa’s exquisite-looking face, Justin’s voice turned hoarse without him even realizing it. “Even though we’re only half brothers, Jeremy and I grew up together. Of course I’d hope for him to be well. It’s not just for his sake, but yours too.”
There was a hint of affection in his voice that sent a chill down Alyssa’s spine. She instinctively avoided his foggy gaze.
“If Jeremy never regains consciousness, will his pampered rose wither away?” Justin asked.
“I’m not a rose, so I will never wither.”
Alyssa looked into Justin’s eyes once again. This time, she was confident, firm, and fearless. “If Jeremy wakes up, we will fight alongside one another. If he never wakes up, I will fight on his behalf.
“I will watch over everything that belongs to him. No one can ever dream of getting their hands on his slice of the pie-no one.
This was what she wanted to say when she approached Justin to speak to him privately.
A startled look flashed across Justin’s striking face. Then, he chuckled softly. In a slightly relaxed and amused tone, he remarked, “You’re right, Ms. Alyssa. No one can take away that which belongs to Jeremy.”
Alyssa could sense that he was implying something else. The look in her eyes dimmed.
“You want me to take this report and find out the type of medication Jeremy had ingested, am I right?”
Justin readily agreed, “Sure. I’ll help you out.”
Thank you, Justin.” Without pausing, Alyssa stepped out of the car.
She watched coldly as Justin’s car disappeared into the night, the dark windows reflecting nothing but blackness. Just then, words echoed in her mind-Mosgravia, RC, medication, Jameson Schmidt, and Sir.
To put it bluntly, Jameson was nothing more than Sir’s puppet in Cyrris, discarded after serving his purpose. With him defeated, there was no way Sir would abandon the market. He’d find someone new to take the reins.
This wasn’t the first time Jeremy’s life had been in danger, and Justin had never acted before.
Yet, this time, he rushed back after Jeremy took the medication. Not only that, he returned to the Walsh family-different. Was this a coincidence, or was he closely related to Sir and RC? This was a point of breakthrough that gave much food for thought.
Alyssa kept having the subtle feeling that Justin would not be her ally regardless of whether Jeremy regained consciousness or otherwise.
As for whether he meant serious trouble, this would be something she needed to verify further.
In the car, Sheryl couldn’t help but feel worried. ‘Sir, Ms. Alyssa had you look into the drug. She’s obviously testing you. Who knows if she suspects something about you? Are you really going to tell her what that drug was?”
That’s not necessary. My brother will be waking up soon.”
Justin closed his eyes to rest for a bit. He scrunched the report in his hands into a ball. “That said, I’ve really underestimated Ms. Alyssa. I assumed that she would be so devastated and panicked by such a heavy blow that she would become distracted.
“I didn’t think that she would be able to gather herself and get herself involved in the battle so quickly. I’m surprised that she even started suspecting me. I’m amazed by how rational and clear-headed she is.
“She really draws me in.”
Sheryl, on the other hand, couldn’t help but feel alarmed. “Alyssa suspects you? It’s only been two days since your retum to Solana City. How could she suspect you so soon?
‘That’s because the timing wasn’t right. It’s normal to draw suspicion.” Justin raised a brow nonchalantly. “We just have to conceal ourselves better next time.”
At this time, their luxury car happened to drive into a dark tunnel.
When you stare into the abyss, the abyss stares back at you.”
The alterating light and shadow flickered across Justin’s profound-looking face. He stared at his reflection in the window, eyes cold and dangerous, as though seeing someone else. “But unfortunately, I am the abyss.”
Jameson’s case was officially handed to the Solana City Investigative Bureau, where Silas worked, for further investigation. Jameson would be officially sentenced within two months of the court hearing. If everything went well, he would be sentenced to death.
The weather was dreary that day, with a steady drizzle falling from the gray sky.
A woman in a white lab coat and heels walked confidently toward the detention center’s entrance with an umbrella.
“I’m sorry for inviting you on a rainy day like this, Dr. Gillis.” The head of the detention center welcomed Sheryl with a smile.
Sheryl tilted her black umbrella upward, revealing her graceful and elegant face. She smiled slightly.
“Even inmates have their rights. It is my duty as a doctor to heal the wounded. It has nothing to do with their identities.”
The head of the detention center seconded, “You’re right.”
Sheryl’s smile widened. In a compelling tone, she said, “The fact that you’re willing to allow volunteers to provide medical care to the criminals at the detention center shows that you’re a kind man.”
Jameson slept well for several days after Alyssa’s visit the other day.
His gold-framed glasses had broken, so he simply threw them away. Besides, he was no longer the chairman of Schmidt Croup or the fourth son in the Schmidt family. He was merely a prisoner waiting to be sentenced.
He no longer needed those superficial disguises.
The criminals in his cell were brought to get free medical checkups one after another. After some time, his number was called.
After being cuffed, Jameson walked out of his cell. After going through a series of hallways, a prison guard brought him into a closed and dark room.
With a loud click, the heavy metal door was closed.
The only lighting in the dim room came from a lamp on the table. It gave out a cold, desolate white light.
Jameson squinted. “You..”
“It’s been a while, Mr. Schmidt.”
Sheryl, who was sitting at the desk with her back against Jameson, got to her feet. She turned around and looked at Jameson with a slight smirk.
“Sheryl…” Jameson’s back stiffened up. His heart sank heavily.
Sheryl scoffed, “What’s with that look on your face? I had to see so many filthy and disgusting criminals and go through all that trouble to see you. Aren’t you touched at all?
Jameson’s pale lips quivered slightly. In an extremely hoarse voice, he asked, “Mr. Justin… got you to get me out?”
Sheryl blinked. After a few seconds of silence, she guffawed.
Her wild and sharp laughter reverberated within the dimly lit room, making this place appear even more hellish.
“Jameson, are you still dreaming of seeing the light of day again, even at this point? Have you gone cuckoo after being imprisoned for a few days?”
Sheryl crossed her arms in front of her chest. She stopped laughing and stared at him with a disgusted and scornful gaze as if she were looking at someone insignificant.
“Even if we got you out, your physical health is ruined, and Schmidt Group has fallen. You’re just a useless man. What else can you do for Mr. Justin?
“Mr. Justin has given you many chances, but it was a pity that you were too useless.”
Jameson lowered his eyes. A smile came across his face too.
Despite being someone who didn’t fear death previously, he was now starting to feel reluctant to part with life. Perhaps it was because he was near his death.
“That said, Mr. Justin did ask me to pass a message.”
The look in Sheryl’s eyes was frigid. Emotionlessly, she continued, “He thanked you for all your contributions toward his career all these years. Mr. Justin will never forget your hard work.”
Right after she said that, she placed a syringe containing a transparent substance in front of Jameson.
Jameson stared at the syringe. Bitterly, he asked, “So… Mr. Justin asked you to see me so that he could get rid of me?”
“He isn’t getting rid of you. It’s called crisis management.” Sheryl shrugged coolly. “None of Mr. Justin’s people are allowed to fall into the authorities hands. This is just one of his rules.”
Jameson’s shoulders trembled. He looked as if he could shatter with just one touch.
“I don’t have much longer to live… Isn’t Mr. Justin going to allow me to live out the last of my days?’
“Truth be told, you should be thankful, Jameson.” Sheryl clicked her tongue and shook her head. “If Mr. Justin hadn’t rescued you back then, you and your mother would’ve been killed in Solana City a long time ago without anyone realizing. Your glory days over the past ten- plus years wouldn’t have happened.
“Mr. Justin gave you life. You shouldn’t be complaining now that he wants to take it back.
