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Jasper was reasonably worried. "She's failed her last mission. She might try again. After all, she's still
working for Jameson. We don't know what tricks she'll pull next time."
Axel snorted with a maniacal smile. "Hmph, no one could kill me."
Excruciating screams reverberated from the damp basement of The Millennium. Even Jameson's men
winced as they stood guard at the door.
Inside, a gory scene unfolded. Amber was chained by the wrists and hanging from the ceiling. Her frail
figure was covered only by a thin lace nightdress, the white fabric soaked in blood.
Once Jameson was tired from the whipping, he turned around and rested on the couch. He tossed the
whip to Carl and downed a glass of red wine.
Carl held the whip with trembling hands. "M-Mr. Schmidt, I..."
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Why? Can't bring yourself to whip her?" Jameson snickered maliciously. Behind his blood-stained
glasses hid his eyes with a chilling gleam. "Do you want to end up like her?"
Carl had no choice but to bite the bullet and approach Amber with the whip. "Ms. Altman, please bear
with me. I can't go against his orders."
Amber panted weakly and struggled to look up. "Don't hold back. Beat me to death. My life is worthless
anyway."
Jameson jumped in rage upon hearing her remark. Approaching them in huge strides, he shoved Carl
away and grabbed Amber by the neck, hissing, "Looks like you've fallen for Axel Whitaker."
Glowering at her, he rolled and unclenched his fists multiple times. "Are you passively rebelling against
me? Hm? You would give anything to live, but now, you're asking for death?
"Amber Altman, I gave you this life, and only I will decide if you live or die. You don't."
Eyes half opened, she breathed shallowly as her face turned a purple hue.
In the past, she would have explained herself to Jameson. Since her first encounter with him at 15, she
had never loved anyone else except for him, even when all he wanted was to kill her.
However, any explanation now was futile. While she might manage to justify the night with Axel and the
box of gastric medication, there was no way she could conceal the truth about the romantic kiss she
shared with Axel. Jameson had even burned the box of gastric medicine later.
Carl was scared stiff. "M-Mr. Schmidt, calm down! You're going to suffocate her to death!"
"Doesn't she deserve to die after what she's done to me?" Jameson bellowed.
"But she's helped you to subdue your opponents with her looks. I bet she was doing the same this
time!" Carl argued.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHaving worked with Amber for years, he formed a camaraderie with her and tried to defend her.
"Besides, we all know that Axel Whitaker is the most difficult among all the Taylors. Ms. Altman had to
leave a good impression on him to get closer to him. After that, we'll have a chance to get rid of him."
Carl's words came as a timely reminder for Jameson. His eyes dimmed, and he loosened his grip on
Amber's neck.
Carl urged, "Ms. Altman, please don't be stubborn. Apologize to Mr. Schmidt now!"
"I'm sorry..." Suddenly, her bloodied lips curled into a smirk. She looked broken and pitiful. "But Jimmy,
what have I done wrong? I did everything you asked me to. I know you've never cared about me, but
how have I wronged you? Tell me!"
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