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“Not at all.” Her bright, warm smile dispelled all his doubts. “I’m worried that might bother you, but on second thought, I believe you’re in love with her soul, not her looks. Only those with a pure soul would capture your heart and win your love.
“Axel, tell Ms. Altman the next time you meet that I admire and respect her.”
While speaking, she teared up. “We desperately need her to provide intel on Jameson, but I’d rather not put her through it if she’ll be hurt. Jeremy and I can come up with other ways to take down Jameson. “Axel, I would like to protect your relationship-whatever it takes-now that you finally found your true love.”
“Thank you, Lyse. You too, Jeremy.” Axel teared up as pain ripped through his chest. “But I don’t know when I will see Amber again. Even if we meet, she will not leave with him.
“Anyway, I can’t approach her again.
If Jameson Schmidt went as far as to get us killed this time, I have no idea how crazy he might act the next time. I’m not scared of him, just worried for Amber.”
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Alyssa felt for him. Jameson was a beast who could easily crush and trample on a vulnerable woman like Amber.
Every life was equally valuable, including Amber’s. No life should have been sacrificed.
“Since you haven’t hurt Jameson’s interest and are home safe, I believe he will not lay a finger on Ms. Altman for the time being.” Jeremy had a bitter took in his eyes. “But I’m afraid he might use her as bait for you. He wants you dead, it seems.Content. belongs to
“Try me. He might be the one who ends up dead. No matter what it takes, I’ll save Amber from his claws!” Axel’s breathing grew heavy as he rolled his fist. She was the only one for him, he had decided.
Alyssa and Jeremy exchanged looks and sighed. They never expected a steel-hearted man like Axel to fall in love.
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Jeremy and Alyssa returned to their room after making sure Axel was settled in.
They had a long conversation in bed, analyzing Jameson’s situation and chatting about Axel and Amber’s relationship. Finally, Alyssa’s eyelids grew heavy, and she drifted to sleep.
Right as Jeremy was about to fall asleep, he jolted up when his phone buzzed. Axel had texted him, “Come to my room, please.”
Jeremy immediately got out of bed and tiptoed out of his bedroom.
He checked his surroundings before knocking on Axel’s door, acting like he was keeping a tryst.
Soon, the door creaked open. Axel appeared with a vacant expression, his face pallid and his nose dotted with sweat.
“Lyse doesn’t know you’re meeting me, right?” Axel lowered his voice with ragged breathing.
“She’s asleep.” Jeremy glanced at him deeply. Frowning, he questioned, “Axel, you look unwell. Are you feeling sick? I’ll get my grandpa’s physician to check on you.”
Axel ushered Jeremy into his room and shut the door. Letting out a sigh, he walked to the couch, where he gritted his teeth and took off his torn black shirt under the dim light.
Jeremy’s pupils dilated in shock. He gasped at the horrific wounds across Axel’s muscular body, some with scabs and some still bleeding.
What shocked Jeremy was the palm-sized burnt injury on Axel’s back. Axel’s honeyed skin turned a shade of red. Bloodied fluids oozed out of the burst blister.
“How did it get this bad?” Jeremy’s heart nearly stopped. He hurried over and helped Axel to take a seat.
“Jameson Schmidt sent assassins after me and Amber. Later, they set a fire around the villa to burn us alive.” Axel clenched his jaw when he recalled the painful sensation of the burns.
As a hardy man, he rarely complained or groaned when injured. In fact, he nearly couldn’t make it when he arrived at Alyssa’s door, yet he kept his injuries to himself to avoid worrying her. “Jameson Schmidt, you fucking maniac!’ Gripped by anger, Jeremy helped disinfect the wound.
With his back facing Jeremy, Axel took a breath and chuckled. “Now, I’m really thankful that Lyse has always been into you, even when Jameson tried to woo her. Thank God she didn’t fall for his lies, or her life would be ruined.”
Jeremy’s fingers started to tremble as he choked on emotions.
“In some way, I have you to thank,” said Jeremy while secretly grimacing at the pain.
“It’s truly an honor to be chosen by Lyse,” Jeremy confessed, his voice thick with emotion. “I’ve never felt like I’ve done much for her. She’s always been the one looking out for herself, relying on her intelligence.”
“Pfft. Looking out for herself?” Sweating from the pain, Axel grinned. “She’s never looked out for herself in the sense of the word. Winston protected her when she was a kid. And us brothers, we’ve been there for her as adults. No one truly wants to be overly independent when they have people who care and love them.”
While speaking, Axel thought of the gorgeous Amber who had fought alongside him. He could tell from her combat skills that she had been put through grueling training-her attacks more lethal than defensive. Blinking back bitter tears, he silently pondered, “When did she capture my heart?” By the time he belatedly realized the depths of his feelings, she had already taken root in his heart.
“Jeremy, is this how it feels to finally fall for someone in a life of solitude?”
Jeremy listened attentively to Axel’s musings.
Axel mumbled, “Romantic love is on a whole different level from familial love. I’ve been putting on a front for as long as I know, I almost forgot how to love as a human being. Still, I’d like to give it my all, just like you. I want to give it a try.”
Amber returned to The Millennium with Carl on that eventful night. Everything seemed normal and calm at the clubhouse.
Jameson did not show up in the next three days or summon her. Not only that, he didn’t assign any new tasks to her.
She spent most of her time sleeping during the three days, perhaps from the side effects of the drugs. The sensation of drifting between reality and dreams could be addictive.
In her dreams, she snuggled and shared passionate kisses with Axel. The racy scenes starkly contrasted with the cold reality, which only deepened her desire for him. If she had a choice, she wouldn’t mind taking two more of the blue pills and drifting to sleep. Only then would she stand a chance of meeting Axel.
That wasn’t too much to ask for, was it?
On the fourth night, Amber mustered her energy to take a bath and changed into a simple, pure azure dress. She emerged from her bedroom and wandered into the corridor. There, she found a bodyguard walking in her direction, holding a pot of flowers.
When they neared each other, she widened her eyes in fear, her heart leaping into her throat.
The bodyguard was carrying a pot of red roses that Jameson kept in his living room!
The guard came to a halt and greeted her, “Hi, Ms. Altman.”
“A-Aren’t these flowers from Mr. Schmidt’s room? Why did you remove them?” Amber tried to appear nonchalant despite her drumming heart.
“Oh. Mr. Moses made me remove them. He said Mr. Schmidt did not need the flowers anymore.” With that, the bodyguard passed her by.
The color drained from her face. At the same time, she heard Carl’s deep voice echoing behind her, “Amber, Mr. Schmidt would like to see you. Please come with me.”
Amber followed Carl to the venue with a stoic demeanor, even though she was drenched in a cold sweat and dragged her feet.
She recalled the pot of roses thrown out by Jameson, and she went through all possible worst-case scenarios.
Jameson had always cherished the red roses. His sudden decision to throw them out and his act of summoning her suggested that he had found out about the tapping device.
When she snapped back to reality, she shut her eyes and inhaled deeply. When she opened her eyes again, they shone with a determined look as if she was ready to face her execution. Death was inevitable anyway. Having mentally braced herself for the worst, she found herself unshaken by fear.
Amber was led to the ghoulish basement, where countless people lost their lives in executions.
A few guards stood in the corners of the basement. Clad in an impeccable grey suit, Jameson lounged on the red velvet couch in the middle of the space. Legs folded, he enjoyed a glass of red wine. His relaxed presence was a stark contrast to the eerie environment.
“Amber, I heard you were in your room for four days. How are you feeling? Better?” Jameson swirled the red wine with an unreadable smile.
Amber bit her lower lip, offering no reply.
He squinted and adjusted his glasses. Then, he beckoned at her. “Amber, come to me.”
A nauseous feeling rose within her. However, she had no choice but to walk up to Jameson.
She let out a gasp when Jameson yanked her forward, causing her to fall into his arms.
“Weren’t you into sexy clothes in the past? I don’t recall ever seeing you wearing such a modest and simple dress.” He held her by the waist, forcing her to sit on his lower abdomen. His alcoholic breath brushed against her pale cheeks.
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Jameson’s overt act of flirting only sickened her. He questioned, “Why? Does Axel prefer this?”
Feeling the chills, she looked away. “No…”
“I like you in modest dresses too. You should start wearing these dresses.” He elicited a snarky chuckle as his hand traveled down her back.
She trembled under his touch. His compliment was an affront to her dress.
Holding her breath, she rasped, “Mr. Schmidt, why do you want to see me?”
“I’m inviting you to watch a show with me.” Smiling, Jameson shot a look at Carl.
Carl got the hint and clapped his hands with a flat expression. Then, they heard a clanking sound, vels followed by the rattling sounds of metal chains.
Amber watched helplessly as a severely injured man hung from a metal chain and slowly descended She finally recognized the victim badly bruised and barely recognizable face when his feet touched the ground. S
