Amber's heart pounded against her ribcage as her organs contorted in fear. Despite the panic, she did not betray a hint of emotion. She owed her exceptional mental fortitude to the training administered by Jameson, which she now employed against him.

In her silence, he grinned maliciously and advanced slowly toward her. All of a sudden, he produced a gun from his waist and pressed the muzzle against her sweaty forehead.

"M-Mr. Schmidt!" Carl turned pale at the sight as his heart leaped into his throat.

"Amber Altman, were you the traitor? Answer me," he confronted her word-by-word with a murderous look in his eyes.

She stared into his eyes but remained silent.

veins in his

The moment Jameson aimed the gun, he had known about her

and molded into Alyssa's

complete

informed Angelina of Lauren's whereabouts. There's no point in justifying my action.

had had enough. Death would liberate her, yet it also meant she would never have another

grip on the gun. His chest rose and

eyes in despair. Her heart nearly stopped. Then, she heard the click

gunshot never came. Opening her eyes slowly, she found Jameson laughing uproariously, even pulling the trigger a few times at

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