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Jameson picked up the invitation, his eyes lingering on the date. “I’m afraid I won’t be able to attend your wedding, Carl.”
Carl’s chest tightened. Sensing something amiss, he asked with concern, “Is there something wrong, Mr. Schmidt? You can tell me anything. I’ll help you through it, even if it means canceling the wedding!”
“I appreciate your loyalty. You’ve been with me for ten years. There’s no one I trust more.” A rare gentleness flickered in Jameson’s eyes. “These are just difficult times. I can’t focus on anything until the issue with Nicholas is resolved.”
Carl’s expression darkened. “Just tell me what you need, Mr. Schmidt.”
“I’ll have Mr. Derullere arrange a meeting with Nicholas within the next few days.”
He got up and walked slowly to the window, his silhouette radiating coldness. “We just need to keep his wife in our clutches and use her as leverage. Then, he’ll take everything to his grave.”
Carl nodded in understanding. After all, Nicholas was fiercely protective of his wife.
While sinister, kidnapping a person’s family was a time-tested tactic. It was their trump card.
“The police have already investigated Nicholas for several deaths. He’s finished.” Carl paused then lowered his voice. “But Mr Schmidt, what about his wife after he’s gone? I thought you promised to keep her safe…”
Jameson scoffed, a dark glint in his eyes. “Have Lever been one to keep promises? Besides, he contacted Jeremy privately. He’s disobedient and disloyal. Why should I make arrangements for a traitor after he’s dead? He can dream on.”
“You’re right,” Carl agreed.
Jameson reached into his pocket and retrieved a delicate stainless steel box. Inside was a filled syringe.
Carl scrutinized it. “Mr. Schmidt, isn’t that… the medication Mr. Justin gave you?”
“Like I said, it can be useful at a critical time,” Jameson explained with a sly glint in his eyes.
The moment Alyssa exited the interrogation room, Jeremy and Cyrus rushed to her side.
“How did it go, Lyse?” Cyrus, ever the impatient one, blurted out.
Jeremy, however, remained calm. He silently offered his support by gently wrapping his arm around Alyssa’s tense shoulders.
Alyssa pursed her lips. “While Chief Novak hasn’t revealed anything, I can tell he’s starting to waver. We just need the right opportunity to push him in the right direction.” Jeremy met her gaze. “What do we do now, Lyse?”
After a moment, Alyssa replied with two words. “We wait.”
Cyrus was perplexed. “Wait for what?”
“We wait for a certain viper to make a mistake,” Alyssa explained, her voice firm like a ruler devising a strategy. “He’ll present us with the opportunity on a silver platter.” “But will waiting work? Jameson’s a cunning man. He’s always been one step ahead of us. Will he really slip up this time?” Cyrus remained unconvinced.
“It’s different this time,” Alyssa said, her voice firm as she interlaced her fingers with Jeremy’s. “This time, we have the upper hand.
“As long as we have Nicholas under our control and protection, Jameson wouldn’t be able to do anything even if he asked the gods for help.”
“I get what you mean, Lyse.”
Jeremy’s eyes locked onto Alyssa’s with deepening passion. “So much in this world is predictable. It’s the human heart that remains truly unpredictable.”
Days passed. Everything looked calm on the surface.
Beneath the surface, however, something was brewing.
On the fourth day, a black car pulled up to the police station entrance, Jason emerged, his face etched with a dark scowl. He took a deep breath before entering the building.
An officer stood guard outside a visitation room where Nicholas and Jason met.
“Mr. Novak-Jason began, but Nicholas cut him off.
“You don’t have to say anything, Mr. Derullere. I understand. I’ve told the police repeatedly that I acted alone. No one else is involved. Regardless of the sentence, I won’t appeal.”
Jason clenched his jaw. As he hesitated, Nicholas continued, his voice weak, “That being said, before everything is finalized, I’d like to see Mr. Schmidt one last time. There are things I need to ask him in person.”
“Mr. Novak, Mr. Schmidt is an important figure. He won’t be meeting with you again,” Jason said in a low voice. The mere mention of Jameson’s name sent shivers down his spine.
Nicholas pressed his lips together, his fingers curling into fists.
“I’m here today with a message from Mr. Schmidt himself.” Jason closed the distance between himself and Nicholas, and his tone was measured. Mr. Schmidt is aware of your numerous crimes, and he believes that you will never get to see the light again.
“In light of this, you may go in peace. He will see to the necessary arrangements for your funeral. As for your wife…”
He left the sentence unfinished. Nicholas’s heart plummeted.
Jason continued, “If you accept full responsibility for your crimes and face the consequences, Mr. Schmidt will ensure your wife’s well-being. Otherwise, he cannot guarantee her safety from unforeseen circumstances.”
With that, Jason rose to his feet. He offered Nicholas a curt nod before exiting the visitation room.
Nicholas was left alone, his body rigid, eyes burning red. A suffocating rage threatened to consume him as his faith crumbled around him.
Jason exited the police station, his expression grim. As he approached his car, his phone pinged with a message.
The message read, “Mr. Derullere, Mr. Walsh is aware of your predicament and understands your helplessness. Could he perhaps meet you in private?”
Those words were without emotion. Yet they made this 50-year-old man well up with tears.
A moment later, he received a message containing a geolocation. It was somewhere near the station.
Jason felt his heart pounding. Keeping his composure, he instructed the driver, who Carl had sent, “You can head back. Mr. Novak is an acquaintance, and seeing him like this makes me feel helpless. I need to clear my head, so I’m taking a walk.
The driver, who was tasked with monitoring Jason, simply replied, “Alright. Take care, then.”
The driver took a pensive glance at Jason before driving off.
Ten minutes later, Jason arrived at the designated location.
Just then, an inconspicuous black MPV pulled up slowly and stopped right before him.
Xavier emerged from the vehicle, the back door opening silently.
Jason couldn’t see Jeremy. Only his gray suit pants, black leather shoes, and a posture that exuded nobility and reverence were visible.
“Mr. Derullere, Mr. Walsh has always wanted to meet with you. Please get in.” Xavier smiled and politely extended the invite.
Jason held his breath, a lump forming in his throat.
After Victor’s passing, he was forced to serve Jameson.
He had yet to experience courtesy since that day.
Jeremy smiled slightly at Jason as he got into the car. He extended his hand first.
“Nice to meet you, Mr. Derullere.”
“Nice to meet you too, Mr. Walsh.”
Jason shook Jeremy’s hand. Jeremy’s strength and composure eased Jason’s nervousness.
“Please forgive my bluntness, Mr. Walsh. I am a lawyer for Schmidt Group. Meeting me privately like this… Isn’t it inappropriate?” Jason was both stating a fact and testing him at the same time.
“While we may be on opposing sides,” Jeremy explained seriously, “I share your deep grudge against Jameson. However, I’ve always believed the guilty should be held accountable. I’m a fair man and won’t target the innocent.”
“Moreover,” Jeremy continued, his posture unwavering, “I have a feeling we’re not enemies, but rather friends on opposite sides.”
“Friends…” Jason’s eyes welled up. He couldn’t believe his ears.
“Since you risked meeting me,” Jeremy’s gentle voice resonated with Jason, “I believe you acknowledge me as an ally. Am I right, Mr. Derullere?”
Upon hearing that, Jason, a distinguished lawyer in his 50s, burst into tears in front of Jeremy.
“I can’t take it anymore, Mr. Walsh!” he cried out. “Working for Jameson another day is unbearable. We’re not even human to him, just expendable pawns!
“Mr. Victor, though flawed, cared for me and my family. But since his passing, Jameson has my partner and son under constant surveillance. He knows my loyalty to Mr. Victor and uses their safety to control me. Betrayal would mean their lives are in danger. It’s a despicable strategy!”
Jeremy frowned when he heard Jason’s laments. Xavier, on the other hand, sighed in exasperation.
“Schmidt Group is a fa?ade for Jameson’s illegal activities,” Jason continued. “He’s involved in smuggling, drug trafficking, and various criminal enterprises. He’s lawless! He even asked me to tamper with Mr. Victor’s will.”
