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She added, “I’ll handle this on my own. You and Silas should stay out of it, especially him. I can’t risk involving a civil servant in this case. It could be used against us.
After the conversation, Alyssa emerged, looking more somber. She hadn’t cared much about a loser like Betty. Her true target was Sophia Kirkman.
Her only concern was that these new developments might upset Sean, who was sensitive and carried a heavy sense of responsibility. She didn’t want him crying in front of her again.
Deep in thought, she made her way back to her desk.
“Alyssa.”
She heard a captivating voice call out to her, causing her to halt in her tracks. Her heart squeezed as she turned around.
To her surprise, there was no one there.
She shook her head and massaged her temples. She must have been seeing things due to her recent lack of sleep.
Alyssa squealed as a powerful force gripped her arm, pulling her into an embrace. She collided with Jeremy’s chest, feeling the warmth of his frenzied breath atop her head.
A surge of warmth enveloped her.
He hugged her tightly and heavily. It all felt strange yet familiar to her.
He was perhaps worried she might twist her ankle from wearing high heels. So, he cinched his grip around her waist.
His grasp was firm, charged with a mixture of complex emotions. On the one hand, he wanted to protect her; on the other hand, he worried she might escape.
“Jeremy Walsh, how did you get in?” Her cheeks were flushed with anger as she struggled to free herself.
“Landon said the security here’s tight, and it will take some effort to get in,” Jeremy said in a raspy, nonchalant tone, his gaze narrowing as he looked at her.
Navigating past the hotel security was a breeze for the top graduate of the military school.
Ever since assuming the presidency of the Walsh Group, he had his staff taking care of all aspects of his life. Hence, he never had the opportunity to showcase his skills.
Meeting Alyssa was the only time he had to exert extra effort.
“You stealthy little devil!” Alyssa clenched her teeth and indignantly stepped on his feet, only for him to evade her attack and press her against the wall.
Their gazes met in an electrifying moment.
He took advantage of the rare encounter and greedily traced the contours of her face.
“What the hell are you gawking at? Never seen me before?” she cussed, her ears reddening from the anger.
“You have put on weight,” he commented, eyes still on her. He couldn’t help but grin at her chubby cheeks, which used to be bony.
Put on weight?
She was astonished by his remark.
“Did I upset you? Gaining weight is actually good for you. You were too thin before, and you felt bony to remark come across as proper.
Her face turned a deeper shade of red. Eyes widening, she gave him a slap across the face.
He felt the burn on his cheek and grabbed her right wrist. A slap mark had appeared on his face, like a stamp of humiliation.
He confronted her, “Is this how you treat a man who helped you? I’m not asking for a ‘thank you,’ but you shouldn’t throw punches at me every time we meet.”
“Why should I thank you? For pressuring Abigail into testifying against Betty?”
She huffed and puffed, her eyes taking on a charming crescent shape. Even her taunting smile held an enchanting allure.
Alyssa retorted, “Don’t be shameless. If anything, you should be thanking me. Don’t you think I should get some credit for enabling you to defeat Betty with Abigail’s testimony? You wouldn’t have achieved that if I hadn’t worked on Abigail earlier!”
“Alyssa Taylor!” He was stoked by her pointed words and felt anger rise in his chest. “I just… wanted to see you.”
“But I don’t!” Her left hand remained trapped in his grip. She also realized she couldn’t overpower a man with special forces training.
Instead, she tried to sneak her other hand into her shirt pocket to call Sean with her phone.
He immediately saw through her plan and grabbed her other hand.
When Alyssa realized she was completely cornered, she yelled, “Help! Somebody-Mmph-“
Jeremy lost his composure when he heard her screams. Gripped by a sense of urgency, he sealed her mouth with a kiss and stopped her from shouting.
Her eyes wavered, and her mind went blank like a grenade had gone off in her head.
His hot breath surrounded her shaky lips. His sweaty palms held her wrist. Even his forehead was dotted with sweat.
The last time he had kissed her so passionately, he was under the influence of alcohol. He had no better excuse for crossing the line this time.
“Jeremy Walsh, you are divorced. You shouldn’t do this,” a voice in his mind warned.
But he had lost his bearing of right and wrong and succumbed to passion. He was overcome by an urge to claim her.
At that thought, his heart raced as he clung to the final shred of self-control. Eyes burning with lust, he had initiated the kiss to stop her from shouting, but it progressed into an aggressive kiss like he wanted to devour her.
She had stubbornly fought back, but her body was subjected to his control. Her tongue danced with his, and her breath grew unsteady. Slowly, her body went limp underneath him.
Furious and resentful, a single tear escaped her eye.
She was a poor woman who had hopelessly loved him for three years and received nothing in return.
What kind of karmic return debt was this that she had to be repeatedly humiliated in this way?
“Jeremy Walsh, you bastard!” a roar reverberated in the corridor. Sean sprinted toward Jeremy and pushed him away from Alyssa before punching him in the face.
Still, Sean was too slow for Jeremy, who possessed combat skills. He deftly dodged the attack.
“Sean!” Alyssa cried out, her voice cracking, but her pleas fell on deaf ears. Sean’s mind was filled with the disturbing image of Jeremy forcibly kissing Alyssa’s rosy lips.
“Jeremy Walsh, I’li skin you alive!” Sean threatened.
Jeremy’s eyes wavered, and a frown crossed his face.
Sean was once famous in Solana City for his kicks. He was a holder of the Sixth Dan Black Belt in
Despite his best efforts, he was too slow for the invincible Jeremy.
The moment he raised his leg, Jeremy dodged his attack and sneaked behind him. Then, he rested his hand on Sean’s shoulders and tightened his grip.
Immediately, Sean felt an electrifying numbness spreading through his body. He felt an uncontrollable, sinking feeling. What sort of magic was that?
He once thought that such mystical abilities only existed in fiction.
Alyssa immediately recognized the Close Quarters Combat technique taught in military schools, which
Axel was equally familiar with.
With the right speed, one could defeat the opponent by finding the right pressure point on the body.
However, the average person would need five years of special training to master these skills.
“Enough, Jeremy Walsh!”
Alyssa hurriedly held tight onto Sean, who went numb and limp. Had she not done so, Sean would have fallen on his knees before Jeremy.
“Ms. Alyssa… I’m okay…” Panting, Sean assured her despite losing all his strength.
“How are you okay when you can’t even stand up straight?” Alyssa’s eyes were furious and filled with worry for Sean.
She shot a death glare at Jeremy, who stood there looking unaffected. Then, she accused him, “How dare you lay a finger on my staff before me? Are you still human? You’re just a heartless animal underneath that human skin!”
Jeremy winced from the pain. His eyes burned with anger, as if his efforts had all been in vain.
He tried to explain, “Didn’t you see it? He was the one who attacked me first! And I didn’t even hurt him!