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.

roared, the veins in his hands

aimed the gun, he had known about her betrayal. This

woman—whom he had raised and molded into Alyssa's doppelganger—to beg for mercy before him. Resentment aside, he enjoyed

a complete

courage in her eyes. Meeting his gaze, she confessed, "I informed Angelina

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

further collapsed as he tightened his grip on

he unlocked the safety, Amber closed her eyes in despair. Her heart nearly stopped.

found Jameson laughing uproariously, even pulling the trigger a few times at her. "Pfft...

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