Filed to story: The CEO’s Wife Is a Secret Boss Novel (Allison & Jeremy) Free Online
It had been a long time since laughter had left Jeremy’s lips. But now, a laugh burst from him, dark and laced with anger.” Yes, this is just like Justin. For 20 years, he guilt-tripped me with the fact that he’d saved my life. He is now using the same tactic to exploit someone else’s weakness. It’s his tried-and-true method.”
Desperation gripped Alyssa as she clutched Jeremy’s hands. “But doesn’t that mean there’s still hope? If Amber is useful to them, they might not hurt her.”
Her hands were soft but icy cold. Jeremy instinctively curled his fingers, holding hers tightly.
Suddenly, Alyssa’s phone rang.
She glanced at the screen, and her heart sank.
“Who is it?” Jeremy asked as he gazed deeply at her.
“It’s Axel…” Alyssa was on the verge of tears.
Jeremy nodded. “Go ahead and answer it. This is too serious to keep from him. You know that.”
Alyssa rubbed her eyes, then answered Axel’s call in a trembling voice, “Axel…”
“Lyse, why did Amber drive out alone in the middle of the night? I haven’t been able to reach her cell. Are you able to get in touch with her?”
Axel, who was usually unperturbed by all adversities in the world, was so anxious about being unable to reach Amber that his throat had gone dry.
“Axel, how did you know that Ambs went out?”
“I installed a tracker in her car. It alerts me whenever she leaves Belbanks,” he admitted. Sensing that something was amiss, his voice grew more urgent. “I saw her heading toward Solana City-Domere Mountain, specifically. Why would she go there?”
Domere Mountain?
Alyssa and Jeremy exchanged alarmed glances. In unison, they exclaimed, “She went to The Millennium?”
After Amber was knocked out, two of Sheryl’s subordinates carried her up a vehicle and drove off.
Meanwhile, Sheryl climbed into her luxurious Bentley, its interior kept cozy by the car’s heating system. She frantically wiped the blood from her fingers with an alcohol wipe, muttering in disgust, “Filthy. Absolutely revolting,”
The dark winter night stretched on as the Bentley sped through the cold. Suddenly, the driver slammed on the brakes, jolting the car to a violent stop.
Sheryl screamed as she was thrown forward, her forehead colliding painfully with the back of the front seat. Tears sprang to her eyes from the stinging impact.
“What the hell was that?” she snapped.
Her driver stammered an apology. “I’m sorry, Ms. Gillis. I’m so sorry…”
“What happened?”
“A car it cut us off.”
Sheryl rubbed her sore nose, glaring ahead. Her annoyance froze into shock as she saw the figure illuminated by her headlights.
Remy stepped out of the car blocking their path, his expression icy. He strode toward the Bentley with deliberate, menacing steps.
With a piercing gaze, Sheryl glared at Remy, who stood in front of her car with an air of frigidity around him.
The temptation to ram her car into the crestfallen man was almost irresistible, but she didn’t dare. Remy was Justin’s right-hand man, and even her audacity had limits.
Instead, Sheryl pulled her white coat snugly around her, stepped out of the car with feigned composure, and strode toward him.
Hostility crackled between them as their eyes locked.
Sheryl broke the silence. “Remy, is there nothing you’d like to update me about?” she asked with a sinister look in her eyes.
Stiffly, Remy asked, “Where did you take that woman?”
“How shameless of you to question me. Mr. Justin was wise to send me as backup. Otherwise, Amber would have escaped without a trace!”
Gritting her teeth, Sheryl took a step closer to Remy. “Is this how you handle tasks entrusted by Mr. Justin? The unstoppable Remy, brought to his knees by a wild brat? Or did you let her go intentionally? Are you planning to betray Mr. Justin?”
Remy’s gloved hands curled into fists, his jaw tightening. The word betray hit harder than he cared to admit. He had never entertained such a thought, yet Sheryl’s accusation stirred something deep within him.
Though he stood tall and rigid, her words left a crack in his resolve.
Sheryl, emboldened, reached for his collar, but Remy stepped back, causing her to lurch forward and stumble awkwardly.
Humiliated, she snarled, “Remy, I’m warning you-don’t you dare try anything funny. This worthless life of yours exists only because of Mr. Justin. If not for his mercy, the sharks would’ve devoured you, and your corpse would’ve rotted on the shore!
“So, know your place. Be Mr. Justin’s loyal dog. Should you dare to stray, I’ll make sure your end is worse than being shark bait!”
Before she could gloat further, a sharp pain exploded across her nose. The world became a dizzying blur as she spun through the air before slamming into the ground.
“Who are you calling a dog?”
Remy’s glacial stare fell on Sheryl’s crumpled form. His fists tightened as he spoke, each word sharp as ice, “If I’m a dog, what does that make you? Nothing but a powerless bitch, all bark and no substance.”
Sheryl’s hands shot to her bloodied nose as tears welled in her eyes. “How dare you hit me! I can’t believe you would hit a woman!”
Her entire face a fortune in plastic surgery and monthly maintenance that ran to tens of thousands and now Remy’s punch had left her nose grotesquely askew. Through the fog of what felt like a concussion, pain blazed white-hot across her face.
“Consider yourself fortunate you’re one of Mr. Justin’s lackeys. Those words alone would have been enough reason to slit your throat.”
Sheryl shuddered, momentarily forgetting her agony. There was something uniquely terrifying about how Remy delivered his most ruthless threats in that unnervingly calm voice.
Realizing he’d get nothing more from her, Remy turned to leave. Then he stopped abruptly, looking back. “What did you say earlier?”
“W-What?” Sheryl stammered, still clutching her nose.
“You mentioned something about Mr. Justin rescuing me… by the shore?” His voice softened, but his eyes darkened with curiosity a rare and unsettling sight. “Why was I by the shore? Why was I in the sea?”
Sheryl’s chest tightened.
Justin had warned her never to reveal anything about Remy’s origins. In her frustration, she’d let a small detail slip, and now Remy’s sharp mind had latched onto it.
But it was just a fragment of information… surely it wouldn’t lead to anything catastrophic, would it?
Clinging to that fragile hope, she could only console herself.
After studying Sheryl for a moment, Remy turned and left.
“M-Ms. Gillis, are you okay?”
One of Sheryl’s subordinates came forward to help her up.
“Useless bastard! Why didn’t you step in when he hit me earlier?” Sheryl’s voice trembled with fury as her gaze fell on the crimson stains marring the pristine snow.
Stammering, the subordinate replied, “R-Remy acted too quickly. Everyone in the organization knows how good of a fighter he is. None of us stood a chance against him!”
“S-Something wasn’t right about him tonight.” Sheryl watched Remy’s retreating figure disappear into the distance, her voice dropping to a menacing murmur. “I need to report this to Mr. Justin in person immediately.”
Inside his car, Remy gripped the steering wheel tightly with both hands but made no move to drive.
Closing his eyes, he felt a suffocating sensation rise in his throat, as though he were drowning in an endless, hopeless sea. He was just a speck, sinking deeper and deeper into the abyss.
A sharp, splitting pain tore through his head.
His temples throbbed, and his body felt as though it were being dragged into a whirlpool of darkness.
Gasping for air, Remy clutched the necklace around his neck with trembling hands.
It contained pills that could save his life at this very moment. Each dose brought calm, washing away the pain and stabilizing his emotions.
Gritting his teeth, he yanked the necklace off and hurled it out the window.
To his surprise, the throbbing in his head began to subside. A strange sense of relief bloomed in his chest, as though unseen chains had been broken.
The skies were still dark at 5:00 am.
Several black vehicles surrounded the entrance of The Millennium.
As Alyssa stepped out of the car with Jeremy, a sharp gust of wind sent a chill through her. She shivered involuntarily. Jeremy glanced at her. He remembered how much she hated the cold-how she would curl against his chest for warmth during winter nights or seek his hands to keep hers warm when they went out.
