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

moment Jameson aimed the gun, he had

woman—whom he had raised and molded into Alyssa's doppelganger—to beg for

a complete

she confessed, "I informed Angelina

it also meant she would never have another chance to stare into Axel's

further collapsed as he tightened his grip

despair. Her heart nearly stopped. Then, she heard the click of the trigger, followed by a

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

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