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..."

glasses hid his eyes

approach Amber with the whip. "Ms. Altman, please bear

weakly and struggled to look up. "Don't hold back. Beat me to death.

rage upon hearing her remark. Approaching them in huge strides, he shoved Carl away and grabbed Amber by

rebelling against me? Hm? You would give anything to live,

Altman, I gave you this life, and only I will decide if you live or

breathed shallowly as her face turned a

explained herself to Jameson. Since her first encounter with him at 15, she had never loved anyone else except for him,

justify the night with Axel and the box of gastric medication, there was no way she could conceal the truth about the romantic

was scared stiff. "M-Mr. Schmidt, calm down! You're going to suffocate

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