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Her mind went blank at the sight. Tears brimming in her eyes, she found herself grappling with intense fear and unbridled resentment. The man was no other than Wesley.
One of the bodyguards unchained Wesley. After that, Carl approached Wesley and kicked him over, causing him to sputter a mouthful of blood.
Wesley was severely injured, his life hanging by a thread.
Amber gritted her teeth. A torrent of rage flooded her heart, threatening to spill over.
Jameson held her waist so tightly that she was unable to move. Even if she could move, how on earth was she supposed to get there?
“I can’t believe I trusted and nurtured you. Yet, you chose to betray Mr. Schmidt! You good-for-nothing traitor!”
Carl, already violent, was incensed. His outrage burned hotter than ever. He yearned to torture Wesley relentlessly, a display of his unwavering loyalty. “Do you have any idea what you’ve done by selling us out?”
“What… if… I did?” Wesley rasped weakly, slumped sideways. “It… didn’t… change… my decision…”
Wesley’s words piqued James’ interest. He raised an eyebrow, taking a deliberate sip of wine.
Amber’s lips trembled as she stared at Wesley, who was on the brink of death. She counted down in her heart, barely breathing!
“Why did you betray Mr. Schmidt? Speak!” Carl glared at him angrily and kicked him.
Wesley scoffed, a weak chuckle escaping his lips before his eyes fluttered shut.
Carl lost his temper and was about to kick his head.
Then, Jameson suddenly said, “Carl, wait.”
Carl instantly retracted his leg.
“If I recall correctly,” Jameson continued calmly, “you’re the bodyguard I punished for a mistake a few years back, aren’t you?”
Wesley didn’t say a word, effectively admitting it.
Amber’s face drained of color. Her heart felt like it was about to jump out of her chest.
She’d witnessed countless acts of treachery throughout her life. Her heart, hardened by experience, was usually unfazed. But it was different this time.
Wesley was her partner-in-crime, the one glimmer of warmth she had found in the treacherous world of the Millennium. But that warmth was about to vanish before her very eyes.
“Have you been holding this grudge all these years? Even so, you have held it in for so long. Why did you choose now to go behind my back? Who is your accomplice? And who instructed you to bug my room?” Jameson’s lips curled into mocking smile.
Jameson continued, “I like how ballsy you are, so I’m going to give you one last chance. If you tell me who your accomplice is, I will spare your life. Not only will I spare
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life, but I will let you join the management of the and work alongside Carl. What do you think?”
Amber was about to lose it. As she was about to part her pale lips, Wesley laughed. “Jameson… Do you take me for a fool? Nothing that comes from your mouth… can be trusted… you heartless animal believe that justice will be served. Even if I fail… you will soon bite the dust!”
“You worthless pig! How dare you curse Mr. Schmidt!” Carl was outraged and kicked him.
“Dozens of people want me dead across Solana City and Kontina. Even if these are your last words, you really should have been more creative with it.”
Jameson wasn’t angry; instead, he laughed. He then shook his head. “I won’t force you since you don’t appreciate this chance. Amber…”
He suddenly called her name.
Amber’s heart tightened. She looked at his sinister eyes blankly.
“Previously, I had my doubts about you. Now, I’m giving you a chance to redeem yourself.”
As he spoke, Jameson patted the small of her back. A cold and murderous glint flickered in his eyes. “Kill him, and I’ll consider us even. You’ll remain my most trusted confidante, second only to Carl.”
Amber heard Jameson clearly but felt torn between her mind and body. She couldn’t utter a response.
“Go. Now,” Jameson urged, his gaze turning icy.
A shiver wracked Amber as she rose, her dress clinging uncomfortably to her cold sweat. She was alive, but she felt as if she had died over and over again. She walked toward Wesley; a few steps felt like a lifetime.
Wesley’s hands were bound, so he used his head to prop himself up. He swayed as he kneeled before her.
He had known he would die the moment he was captured. However, he wasn’t resigned to a meaningless death; he wanted to die with dignity.
Carl approached and took Amber’s cold hand, placing a gun in it and forcing her fingers to grip the handle.
Despite the blood covering his face, Wesley offered her a wan smile, a gesture meant to comfort Amber. Tears welled in Amber’s eyes as she squeezed them shut. The dank basement was a slaughterhouse. She opened her eyes again.
Wesley’s left eye was swollen and bloodshot; he could only see through his right eye. No one else would have noticed, but Amber saw his right eye blinking in a specific pattern.
A jolt of understanding shot through Amber-Wesley was sending her a Morse code.
She tapped her trembling fingertips against her side, matching the rhythm of Wesley’s blinks, committing his last words to memory.
“Amber, act fast. Don’t keep Mr. Schmidt waiting.” Carl looked at her with an inexplicable expression.
Amber slowly raised her arm and aimed the gun at Wesley. She panted heavily, on the verge of tears, unable to pull the trigger. In that moment, she wanted to kill herself.
While everyone’s attention was on Amber, Wesley suddenly got up from the ground and pushed Amber aside with all his strength. Amber staggered backward, but Carl reflexively caught her.
“Jameson Schmidt, you bastard! Rot in hell!” With tears and blood in his eyes, Wesley lunged at Jameson like an angered lion.
Wesley acted so fast that none of Jameson’s underlings could react in time. However, these underlings were professionally trained. They shouldn’t have been this slow to react-including Carl. They had been careless!
They never expected someone so tortured to have such power!
Jameson didn’t react in time, and the wine glass in his hand fell. In the next instant, he shrieked.
Wesley’s eyes were bloodshot as he fiercely bit Jameson’s left ear.
“Mr. Schmidt!”
Everyone panicked and was unsure what to do.
Carl was outraged. He shouted as he aimed his gun at Wesley’s back and fired three shots.
No!
Amber couldn’t hold it in anymore. Tears streamed down her face.
The basement fell silent.
Wesley, who was on Jameson, eventually slumped and fell backward.
Carl’s forehead was beaded with sweat of fear. He ran to Jameson. “M-Mr. Schmidt, are you okay?”
The next second, he noticed the blood on Jameson’s left ear. The tip of his ear was gone. It was a horrifying sight, to say the least.
“C-Call the doctor now!”
Jameson winced in pain, bellowing ferociously, “Dismember him and feed him to the dogs!”
Jameson was rushed to the hospital for stitches. Meanwhile, Carl stayed behind to handle Wesley’s body.
“Carl, tell them to leave. I have something to say to you,” Amber said, her gaze fixed on Wesley. She didn’t even blink.
Carl noticed her haggard face and, with a heavy heart, ordered everyone to leave.
“Carlton,” Amber choked out, her voice trembling.
Carl’s heart shuddered. His grim gaze softened. “Amber, you’ve not called me that in years.”
“Carlton, can you please keep Wesley’s body in one piece?” Amber begged.
“You are so stubborn!” Carl anxiously held her shoulders. “This punk was your accomplice, right? Do you know that Mr. Schmidt is suspicious of you? Luckily, this punk went ballistic and didn’t rat you out. I took my shot chen’t and killed him. If he had said anything against you, you’d have suffered the same fate!”
Amber stared blankly at the man who showed care to her. Yet, hatred continued to burn in her heart.
