NovelStartIt wasn't me. Mr. Schmidt... | wouldn't..." Amber's voice trembled as she struggled to articulate each word. Her eyes held a shaky semblance of innocence as if she were being wrongfully accused.
No one understood the consequences of betraying Jameson better than her. She didn't fear death itself. On the contrary, she dreaded dying for no good reason at all.
Thus, she fought to defend herself. "Mr. Schmidt, what would | gain from betraying you? Only Mr. Moses and | are privy to this information. Wouldn't you discover the truth swiftly if | had acted against you? Why would | be foolish enough to wish for my own demise? "Besides, I'm practically under constant surveillance here. How could | have possibly contacted Ms.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt
Alyssa or Mr. Beckett? How could | betray you?" Her words chipped away at Jameson's rage. She'd hit the right point.
Seeing a chance to salvage the situation, Amber continued, "Mr. Schmidt, you gavethis life. Without you, | have nothing. In the past, I've even tried to hurt Jasper myself. If you were to lose to them, | would be left defenseless. Would they even spare me?" Jameson's grip loosened on her chin, a hint of uncertainty creeping in.
Just then, the door burst open. Carl rushed in, his face a mask of panic. "Mr. Schmidt, there's trouble!" Jameson tugged at his tie in frustration. "What happened?" "A-Axel is here!" Amber felt as though her head were about to split open, her body trembling uncontrollably.
Adryness gripped her throat as she recalled those piercing eyes. It was as if Axel had reached out from the memory, squeezing the life out of her.
"What did you say? Axel?" Jameson's voice was taut with tension as he clenched his teeth. "Did he calone?" "Yes, he calone!" Carl gritted his teeth. "The audacity of that bastard to enter our territory alone! I'm certain he didn't cwith good intentions. Mr. Schmidt, shall | teach him a lesson?" "You want to confront a seasoned secret agent with amateur skills?" Jameson adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses. "He wouldn't dare enter the Millennium without a plan. Amber, change your attire. You'll meet with him." "Mr. Schmidt, I." Amber's heart pounded violently, sweat beading her forehead.
"Appease him and seduce him. Then, find a way to kill him." A chilling laugh escaped his lips. "After all, Amber," he continued, his voice a low growl, "if you're truly as loyal as you claim, this shouldn't be a problem, should it? Don't keepwaiting for too long."
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm
Axel lounged in the opulent confines of the most premium room, his arm concealed beneath a sleek black trench coat, resting casually on the couch's armrest. His indifferent and languid gaze exuded an air of cold detachment, making him unapproachable. As the waiter approached with a selection of fine wines, Axel interjected, "I drove here, so I'll pass on the drink." "But sir," the waiter stammered, "visiting the Millennium without a drink? It's practically unheard of! We can find you a driver. It would be on the house, of course.”
"I'm not much of a drinker;I prefer the company of ladies," Axel replied, raising his gaze .He retrieved a cigarette from the box and placed it between his lips. "Bringyour most stunning women." As he uttered the words, the door swung open, and a subtle fragrance wafted in as Amber's graceful figure entered Axel's line of sight.
Both of them exchanged glances; their hearts skipped a beat.
"Haha, perfect. This one meets my standards," Axel remarked, his gaze lingering on her slender form ,a nonchalant smile gracing his lips. It was utterly captivating. "I'll have her tonight." The waiter sensibly left, closing the door behind him.
Visit our social media platform to read fascinating stories every day and connect with the community!
