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Xavier shuddered at the thought. “We’ve underestimated that witch!”
“No, I haven’t. I don’t take my enemies lightly.” Jeremy pinched his nose bridge and sneered. “But it’s not time to get rid of Sophia yet.
“She is well-connected in the city and is protected by Javier. We don’t have evidence to drag her down, and it’s not the right time. Play with fire, and she’ll get burned. Time is on our side.”
Xavier nodded with resentment. “Right! Sooner or later, we’ll make that witch a sacrifice!”
“How’s things going for Ada Kingsley’s wedding?” Jeremy shifted the topic suddenly.
“Our team has amended the wedding planning proposal. We’re ready to meet with her team at any time.”
Xavier paused and prodded tentatively, “On that matter… I thought you wanted to make it up to Madam.
“Why don’t you give up Ada Kingsley’s wedding to KS World? I believe Madam will be…”
“Why should I?” Jeremy glared at him coldly. “I’m indebted to Alyssa, not KS. Why would I give the opportunity to Taylor Group?”
Xavier stood dumbfounded. He was bewildered by Jeremy’s rationale.
“She once said I must give my best in any business competition against her. I would offend her if I threw the game now.”
Glancing down, Jeremy added, “Let’s go with what we planned. I will not break my principles for anyone or anything. I’m not Jameson Schmidt.”
Xavier blinked in confusion. Why did Jeremy sound a little begrudging there?
Jeremy’s phone vibrated on the table from Landon’s incoming call.
“What’s the matter?” Jeremy spoke with a deadpan look.
“Jeremy, I got my hands on two VIP tickets for Christina Hammond’s concert! She’s that famous pianist, you know. Let’s go together!” Landon was excited.
“You, at a concert? Do you even appreciate piano music?” Jeremy did not hold back at all.
“Tsk, of course I do.” Landon was no stranger to Jeremy’s sarcasm and took it well. “Come on, join me! I’ll pick you up from the lobby, alright?”
“I’m not going.”
“Why? Are you hiding in your room, crying over the breakup? I can’t believe you’re so heartbroken over Liana Gardner. Why? Does it take time to adjust to life after years of being cuckolded?” Landon made fun of Jeremy in retaliation.
Jeremy furrowed his brows in disgust. “Stop putting me and Liana in the same sentence. It’s sickening. I’m hanging up.”
“H-Hold on!” Landon had no choice but to confess, “It’s Zoe. She’s back from studying in Yoarkley. She’ll be performing as a guest pianist at Christina’s concert tonight.
“I had wanted to surprise you at the concert, but you didn’t want to go. You’re no fun at all!”
Zoe Harper was Landon’s younger sibling, and her growth into adulthood was a story that unfolded before Jeremy’s very eyes. 1
As the eldest brother, Landon doted on Zoe very much, just like how Jonah and the Taylor siblings treated Alyssa.
After some thought, Jeremy relented. “Fine, pick me up.”
Night had fallen over the land. Landon had secured a box with the best view on the second floor of the Solana City National Theater, all set to enjoy Zoe’s performance.
He had also arranged for a camera to be set up in the box. He was excitedly adjusting the camera settings, planning to record Zoe’s entire performance.
Jeremy sat beside him, crossing his slender legs. He shot a disdainful look at Landon, who was behaving somewhat like a paparazzi.
“The hosting organization will record the performance and present the CD to the performing guest. Quit embarrassing yourself with your amateur skills.”
“What do you know, you nitwit? My recording is full of love. It’s different from the official video.”
Landon narrowed his eyes before cussing in the middle of adjusting the camera angle, “Lyse is here. Am I seeing things? Who’s that pale, sickly guy beside her? Is he dying or what?”
Jeremy’s heart raced, and he jumped up, rushing to the railing. He spotted Alyssa and Jameson conversing and exchanging glances in the box across from them.
Unaware of the envy brewing in the other box, Alyssa felt a chill due to the powerful air conditioning on the relatively empty second floor. She had goosebumps in her thin, dark green maxi dress.
Jameson noticed her discomfort and swiftly removed his jacket. He knelt on one knee, much to her surprise.
“Jameson, what are you…” Alyssa began.
He looked into her shocked eyes and smiled. “I wanted to put my jacket on your body, but I wouldn’t want to hide that lovely dress of yours. You remind me of the mythological Siren in that dress.”
She held her breath, her feet squirming uneasily in her heels.
Alyssa thought that the people of Kontina must be very open about expressing their feelings. She concluded that that was probably how Jeremy Shields won her sister, Miley Taylor’s heart.
Meanwhile, Jeremy seethed with jealousy as he watched Jameson kneel before Alyssa. The suggestive gesture stoked his anger, causing him to grip the railing so tightly that his knuckles turned white and his veins bulged.
Jeremy couldn’t shake the thought of whether Alyssa and Jameson were now an item. He pondered whether she had developed feelings for him.
Jeremy was in so much pain that he was scared of drawing another breath.
“Who the hell is that guy?” Despite being rejected by Alyssa, Landon was furious when he saw her with another man.
He continued, “He looks all polished with those glasses, but I bet he’s a wolf in sheep’s clothing. And why does he have that weird, powdery look on his face? Where’s he from?”
Jeremy’s gaze remained fixed on Alyssa as he explained with an icy tone, “He’s Jameson Schmidt, the youngest son of Victor Schmidt from the Schmidt Group.”
“The Schmidts?” Landon was taken aback. “Why haven’t I heard of this guy before?”
“He lived in Kontina for years before recently returning to Solana City.”
“Ooh. The Schmidts sound like a formidable bunch. Gosh! Why is it so difficult to fight for Alyssa’s affection?”
Landon cast an amused glance at his friend. “Bro, you can do it. You have two choices-to surrender or to fight him. Make your pick.”
Jeremy inhaled sharply and clenched his jaw. “You! Shut the hell up!”
The spacious walkway suddenly felt much narrower.
When the piano concert officially began, Christina Hammond gracefully made her way to the stage, dressed in a velvety navy gown.
She took her seat at the piano and proceeded to perform her self-composed song, the one that had catapulted her to fame-“Whispers of the Four Seasons.”
The audience sat in silence, captivated by the melody.
However, Alyssa couldn’t tear her gaze away from Christina’s exquisite navy dress.
It was a one-of-a-kind haute couture piece designed by the renowned fashion designer Sharon, who happened to be Alyssa herself.
Sharon’s creations were reserved for accomplished and talented celebrities like Christina.
Jeremy, too, found himself distracted from the performance. His fists clenched, and he trembled visibly. Throughout the performance, he directed an intense and fiery glare at Alyssa.
Occasionally, Jameson and Alyssa leaned in to whisper to each other. She nodded and smiled, clearly engrossed in their conversation.
Jeremy’s lips remained tightly pursed. The veins on his fists were close to popping, and his face looked pale as he continued to stare at Alyssa.
He pondered whether they truly had so much to talk about. He recalled that during their three years of marriage, she rarely spoke, even when they saw each other daily.
“Wow, why did it suddenly get so cold in here? I guess the air conditioning must be on full blast,” Landon remarked, shivering in confusion.
After performing a few more pieces, Christina welcomed her mentee, Zoe Harper, onto the stage.
The young lady looked youthful and radiant, with her chestnut-colored hair cascading down to her waist. She wore a lavish green chiffon gown adorned with tiny silk flowers, resembling a forest fairy.
“Zoe! Look over here! It’s me!” Thrilled at Zoe’s appearance, Landon waved at his sister. Annoyed, Jeremy had an urge to kick Landon over the railing.
Zoe apparently did not notice her brother’s supportive gesture on the second floor. A confident smile bloomed on her moonlike face as she bowed at the audience.
She took her seat before the piano like a graceful swan. A melodious tune flowed from her fingertips,
It was Mozart’s “Turkish March”.
Alyssa was drawn in by Zoe’s dazzling presence onstage with a hint of envy.