Can’t Win Me Back novel (Alyssa and Jasper) novel Chapter 1766

Jameson cracked his knuckles as he instructed through clenched teeth, "Head back to the Millennium!"

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A storm cloud hung over Jameson's face as he entered the Millennium. Anyone could see his simmering rage.

"Carl," Jameson barked, his voice laced with ice, "get Amber down here. Now."

Carl scurried to obey, his heart hammering in his chest.

After more than ten minutes, Amber appeared in the basement, where the incompetent and traitorous were often dealt with.

A metallic tang of blood hung heavy in the air as the door creaked open.

"Mr. Schmidt." Amber bowed deeply. Despite her outward composure, her heart was beating wildly.

Jameson lounged on a maroon couch in the dim, oppressive light, swirling a glass of crimson wine. He then drank the wine to wet his throat.

"Josh has been charged with corruption, bribery, and sexual assault. He was apprehended by the police at the party organized by the Schmidt Group. Are you aware of this?"

Amber attempted to mask her fear as she replied softly, "Yes, it's been all over the internet."

"Alyssa and Jasper," Jameson continued, his smile devoid of warmth, "unearthed a damning amount of evidence in record time. They struck with ruthless efficiency, leaving the Schmidt Group reeling.

"It's almost as if they had inside information..." He trailed off, swirling the wine in his glass, his eyes locking onto Amber's. "Tell me, Amber," he said slowly, a predatory glint in his eye, "do you think someone might be playing a little game in the shadows?"

"I'm sorry, M-Mr. Schmidt. I-I don't understand what I've done wrong…" Amber's teary eyes turned red.

"You and Carl were the only ones tasked with investigating Josh in the Millennium. Besides Carl, you're the only one with access to the evidence."

Jameson's heavy breathing exuded a palpable rage. He was on the verge of crushing her jaw. "Amber, tell me. Who else could be the traitor if not you? You know how much I loathe traitors, and you are aware of the number of traitorous bastards who have met their end in this basement."

Amber shook her head, tears streaming down her face. "No, it wasn't me."

"If it wasn't you, why aren't you accusing Carl?" A cruel smile played on Jameson's lips. Chuckling, he continued, "Deep down, you know he'd never betray me. Even if you wanted to blame him, you couldn't find a reason.

"Amber, I'm the reason you're still alive. I've provided you with a comfortable life. Yet, you've bitten the hand that feeds you and stab me in the back! How dare you!"