Filed to story: The CEO’s Wife Is a Secret Boss Novel (Allison & Jeremy) Free Online
‘Who sent you? Tell me, and I will let you live,” Jameson demanded.
The assassin stammered a name, revealing a key decision-maker Jameson had been supporting in Kontina after the former’s return to Solana City.
“Okay, got it.’
In the next second, Jameson pulled the trigger. The assassin was shot right in his forehead and died instantly.
“Dispose of the body and clean this up before dawn,” Jameson ordered, donning his gold- framed glasses with a relaxed air. “I’ve been back only a few days, and already, some are eager to take my place.”
Carl stared at the body lying in a pool of blood. Cold sweat drenched him, and fear shook his frame. “You’re already under attack after just a few days back. What should our next move be?
‘Don’t worry,” Jameson replied. “Before I die, I’ll drag these foolish, greedy idiots to hell with me.”
As the words left his lips, Jameson was startled. His eyes held an infinitely dark and cold intensity. He’d uttered “hell” without conscious thought, as if prophesying his own fate. Did he believe his hands were so stained with blood and evil that hell was his only destination?
In the silence, Jameson’s phone rang. He turned away from Carl and his subordinates, facing the desolate moon outside the window and answered the call. “Go ahead.”
“Mr. Schmidt, things look bad for you here,” his informant said, his voice heavy with gloom. It was as if Jameson’s reign had ended, and there was no chance of recovery.
“It is what it is. How bad can it get? Just get to the point.” Jameson let out a few dry coughs, his pale face etched with loneliness.
‘The prosecution has searched the entire Schmidt Group. Mr. Baird and the head of the Finance Department have been taken in for further interrogation.
They’re a bunch of opportunists and aren’t trustworthy at all. Now that you’ve lost your power, it won’t be long before they spill everything they know.”
‘Like you said, they aren’t trustworthy. Besides, they’re just puppets. They’ve never been truly involved with the core of Schmidt Group. They won’t be able to spill anything.”
Jameson’s coughing worsened. Carl hurried over with a handkerchief.
Jameson covered his mouth, coughing violently. Returning the handkerchief, Carl glanced at it, and his pupils constricted in shock-fresh blood stained the creamy white fabric.
Carl dared not say a thing. He forced himself to hold back his emotions, stuffing the handkerchief into his pocket with shaky hands.
‘There’s more,” the informant continued. “Solana City police force has issued a nationwide warrant for your arrest.”
“What did you say?” Jameson held his breath. There was a metallic taste at the back of his throat.
“I don’t know why, but they linked you to Mr. Victor’s death. They must have found crucial evidence to get an arrest warrant.”
The informant paused, then probed, “Mr. Schmidt, did Mr. Victor’s death really have something to do with you?”
Jameson closed his eyes, tears welling up. The memory of Victor’s heart attack and subsequent death flashed before him. He chuckled bitterly. “What if I was? Countless people have died by my hand. One more doesn’t matter.”
With Carl’s help, Jameson sat back on the bed. “Our country has no extradition treaty with Kontina. This is my territory. They can’t arrest me.’
“But don’t forget, two powerful people in Solana City want you dead. If they join forces with Kontina’s police, you’ll be in serious trouble.
The mention of Alyssa caused a sharp pain in Jameson’s heart. “I know. Thanks for the warning. Your services are no longer needed. Stop monitoring Solana City. Unless something unexpected happens, I won’t return.”
“Mr. Schmidt…
‘You’ve been loyal to me, so I’ll make it worth your while. I’ll have Carl transfer a large sum to your mother. It’s enough to live comfortably for the rest of your life.”
As Jameson prepared to hang up, the informant said, “Mr. Schmidt! Everyone says you’re evil, that you killed your brothers and father. Even your childhood friend, Ms. Alyssa, turned against you. But I know you’re not truly wicked. People will understand your actions if they know what you’ve been through.”
“You’re wrong,” Jameson replied, tears glistening in his eyes. He forced a laugh. “I am evil, sinister, and egotistical. I killed my brothers and father. I’m a gutter rat, a viper in the dark. I’ve always been alone and don’t need anyone’s understanding. Goodbye.”
With that, Jameson ended the call and turned off his phone.
“Mr. Schmidt, Carl said, “Kontina’s president is Alyssa’s brother-in-law. If they cooperate to apprehend you, you’ll be in a dire situation.
“Don’t forget how we struck Jeremy in the past. He almost died in our hands. He’s been waiting for revenge. Now that you’re vulnerable, the president and First Lady will seize this chance to strike.”
Carl looked at Jameson, still sitting tall despite his serious illness. His heart was filled with a mix of emotions. “You should perhaps leave Kontina as soon as possible.”
“It doesn’t matter where I go. I’d rather die than run and hide like a coward,” Jameson declared. He didn’t need anyone to understand him.
Jameson no longer sought Alyssa’s forgiveness. Since she couldn’t forgive him, he might as well become a villain she’d never forget.
After everything, Amber returned to Kontina, where she and Jameson had met. She was back in the manor where she used to live. Nothing had changed except her.
Battered, bruised, and emotionally numb, she felt like she was living in a dream.
Amber was confined to the manor for over a week. But she didn’t idle her time away. Instead, she secretly searched the manor for the evidence Carl had hidden of Jameson’s crimes.
Carl didn’t have his guard up against her. With no restrictions on her access to the study, she explored every comer, even searching Carl’s computer. Yet, she found nothing.
One evening, after showering, Amber sat at her vanity, combing her dark, silky hair, when a helper called from outside. “Ms. Altman?”
With a cold gaze, Amber asked, “What is it?
Mr. Moses is back. He wants you in the study.”
Amber looked at her pale, gaunt reflection, tightening her grip on the comb until the teeth left red marks on her fingers. She then wrapped her robe around her tightly and slowly got to her feet.
As Amber reached the study door, she heard clattering inside. Her heart pounded as she pushed the door open slightly and peered in.
Carl was there, his white shirt and cheeks stained with blood. With a furious expression, he filled a large box with valuables. It looked like he was about to flee.
“Carlton, what happened? Why are you covered in blood?” Amber pushed open the door, feigning concern. She couldn’t care less, but she had to act.
Carl relaxed slightly at the sight of her but couldn’t hide his panic. “I helped Mr. Schmidt deal with some people tonight.’
“Who?”
Carl coldly named a few people.
Amber’s eyes widened. She knew them. They were Jameson’s trusted subordinates in Kontina. After he returned to Solana City, they handled his business. These men were used to acting like tyrants, and now that their boss had returned, they probably had thoughts of retaliation.
Everything should be fine since it’s been dealt with, right? But what are you doing?”
*Kontina is no longer safe, Amber. We need to leave immediately,” Carl declared. He reached into his shirt and pulled out a cross necklace.
Amber recognized the cross. However, she never imagined it hid a USB flash drive,
Carl plugged the USB into his computer and started working quickly, seemingly transferring or organizing something.
Amber stared at him, her heart racing. She finally understood why her search was fruitless. Carl had carried the evidence with him all along. He was incredibly cautious.
“The authorities in Cyrris are working with Kontina’s police to apprehend Mr. Schmidt. We can’t hide after tonight’s events; the police will be onto us soon,” Carl said, his eyes fixed on Amber. “We need to leave here as soon as possible. Mr. Schmidt won’t be able to hold out much longer!”
“Where will we go?” Amber looked back at Carl with a numb expression.
After ending things with Axel, she felt like a wanderer. It didn’t matter who she was with or where she went; nothing seemed to matter anymore.
However, she sensed that something significant must have happened in Cyrris. Jameson’s foundations were shaken, which left Carl, who idolized him, thinking of fleeing.
“We can go anywhere. I’ve saved enough money over the years working for Mr. Schmidt to live comfortably for the rest of our lives, Carl said, removing a USB flash drive from his computer and hiding it under his clothing.
Amber’s gaze lingered on his chest, her eyes dull. “Didn’t Mr. Schmidt say he wanted us to get married in Kontina?”
“We can talk about that after we leave this place.” Though Carl was Jameson’s ruthless weapon, his feelings for Amber were genuine, evident in the way he looked at her.
“Getting married isn’t the most important thing. What’s important is that we can be together, always!”
Despite his words, Amber remained unmoved, her gaze cold.
Just then, Carl’s phone rang.
Though it was just a regular ringtone, it startled him. Seeing it was Jameson calling, he couldn’t ignore it. He tried to sound calm as he answered, “How can I assist you, Mr. Schmidt?
Whatever Jameson said shocked Carl. He began pacing anxiously but still replied, “Thank you for thinking of us during these troubled times, Mr. Schmidt. I appreciate it. So… We’ll follow your plans.”
After hanging up, Carl slumped into a leather chair, staring at the ceiling before closing his eyes in distress.
Amber frowned slightly. What happened, Carlton?
