In the next moment, Jameson wrapped the arm holding the gun around her waist and pulled her closer until their bodies pressed. "Good job. Not only do I not blame you, I need to praise you. You revealing the information to Angelina messed up her plans, forcing her into solo action. She fell into Preston Harper's trap and lost her life because of it.

"Her death put Landon Harper into agony. His hair greyed overnight."

She remained stoic. Every word coming from his mouth ripped a piece of her heart out, the bloody and shameful mess scattering across the ground.

"Keep up with your plan and go big. I know you won't disappoint me." He released her and examined her figure. "Axel Whitaker's clothes look good on you. Remember to wear the same windbreaker at his funeral."

When Amber returned to her bedroom, the shades of sunset illuminated her lifeless face.

Stumbling to the full-length mirror, she slowly removed the black windbreaker. Fully naked, she revealed the shameful marks on her frail frame, proof of Jameson's action on her over the afternoon.

sexually assault her, choosing instead to torture her with multiple methods. Throughout the ordeal, she lay there like a corpse, making no noise at all. After

not have much time left. The

door. She hurriedly dried her tears and put on

man at the door was a bodyguard who got along well with Amber. Wesley Lock

offered her a tube of medicated cream. He explained, "We always use this cream. It's very effective. Apply

afternoon. She accepted the cream with trembling fingers and said

a difficult life. Have you not thought of—" His voice trailed

deep breath. Tears lingered on her lashes. "I have been thinking about it for a while, even in my dreams. But I have no other

refuge under Ms. Alyssa and Mr. Beckett! Jameson Schmidt might run a large-scale business operation abroad, but he

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