NovelStartThe two of them sat in silence, feeling helpless as if they had been stranded on a deserted island during a storm.
"I have something that might or might not be of help to you." A thought occurred to Wesley. Wesley began, his voice barely above a whisper. "Aidan Lovelace of Lovelace Pharmaceuticals met with Jameson Schmidt two nights ago and had a private chat in a lounge." The revelation introduced a frown to Amber's face.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtWesley recounted, "That guy showed up like he was ready to take down anyone, but he seemed calmer after the talk. I was stationed outside the lounge with another colleague but couldn't hear anything because of the excellent soundproofing." He let out a frustrated sigh.
Still, the information provided Amber with a lead. Lovelace Pharmaceuticals was the top pharmaceutical company in the nation. From what she heard, Jameson had been running the pharmaceutical business on Sir's behalf in Cyrris. Therefore, Jameson's priority must be to beat the Lovelaces, his business rival! A man as ruthless as Jameson would never consider a business partnership with the Lovelaces. Hence, she assumed that Jameson must have lured Aidan into a trap from the private talk they had shared.
"Wesley, keep an eye on Carl from now on. Jameson Schmidt never dirties his hands-he'd make Carl take his place instead. You will surely discover clues of the trap that Jameson set up for Lovelace Pharmaceuticals." Wesley nodded hard. "Sure! I will keep an eye on Carl." Amber could not care less for the fate of Lovelace Pharmaceuticals, but she saw a chance there and took it. Once she gathered enough evidence against Jameson, she'd get Axel to hand them over to Alyssa, putting an end to the criminal activities behind The Millennium! Carl immediately understood what had ensued when he saw the mess in the room while delivering a decanted red wine to Jameson.
Setting down the tray, he hesitantly submitted a photo to Jameson. "The detective that you sent after Ms. Altman took this photo." Jameson lounged on the couch with a whip in his left hand. He accepted the photo with his free hand, sandwiching it between his fingers.
The photo showed Amber pinned against a tree while Axel tenderly kissed her cheek.
"Look. She is so enamored by him." He mocked. "She would only put on this expression when she was with me. Seems like she's smitten with Axel Whitaker." Carl knitted his brows. "Mr. Schmidt, what do you plan to..." "I have kept her around for years, but I have no use for a woman who has fallen for another mal half-closed, Jameson added, "Still, I'll Other man." Eyes t keep her around for a little longer until I squeeze every drop out of her. After all, she makes the perfect bait for Axel Whitaker, don't you agree?" "That's true..." Carl had grown fond of Amber after years of working together. He took care of her in daily life. However, his hands were tied if Jameson wanted Amber dead.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHis phone vibrated from an ncoming call. He picked up the call and soon hung up. Then, he relayed he information to Jamespre "Mr. Schmidt we have supdates rom Tsulu. Thanks to your rrangement, Landon Harper's sister, Zoe, was sent into rostitution, serving the Tsulu elites. She served multiple customers daily nost of them prominent figures, and here was no way out for her.
"Within a month, she contracted various STDs. I heard she was too ill to take any customers. Now, she's locked up in a basement and starved for three days. From the sounds of it, she appears to be dying..." "Show her smercy, considering she once worked for me," Jameson replied coolly.
Carl got the hint. "Got it." Jameson apparently wanted a quick death for Zoe.
"See? This is what you call a revenge. Landon Harper's softness and sentimentality make him an ineffectual man." Sighing, Jameson lamented, "Everything I did was for Alyssa. Too bad she still doesn't recognize my devotion to her."
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