Can’t Win Me Back by Ginger Sue
Chapter 1600

Carl sounded perplexed by Jameson's decision. He questioned, "You can totally get Josh out of theway and claim the president title if you settle the scandal in Tsulu."

Jameson shook his head. "Victor Schmidt is a skeptical man. If I show my hand, I will only raise hissuspicion about my intentions. However, he will think of me as rational, sensible, and diplomatic if Ileave the matter to Josh."

Carl inquired, "What if Josh successfully squashed the scandal?"

"Do you think I'll let that happen?" Jameson folded his legs and swirled the red wine in his glass. Heexuded a dangerous air. "Since the Taylors have brought this scandal to the next level, I shall fuelthe fire and make it spiral out of control.

"Get in touch with our men in Tsulu right now. Tell them to visit the hospital where the injuredvillagers stay. You know what to do next, don't you?"

Carl got the hint. He nodded hard. "Yes. Got it.”

Amber's hands quivered. She knew that a vicious round of killings was about to start. She feltsuffocated at the thought of the innocent civilian lives about to be lost in the power strugglebetween capitalists. The notion made her feel sick in the stomach.

"I will need Josh to be irrevocably defeated if I were to take his place, or Victor will not give up onhim. Got it?"

Carl had a look of admiration in his eyes. "Mr. Schmidt, you're so close to success.”

"Yes, I'm one step away from it." Without warning, Jameson grabbed Amber's hand and pulled herinto his arms. He looked tipsy as he stared at her shocked face.

As the red wine spilled from his glass, he ran his fingers through her face, sending a chill down herspine. She felt like he was running a blade dangerously across her skin.

He mumbled, "Lyse, do you know how much effort it took for me to reach here?"

"Mr. Schmidt, you're drunk.” Amber hurriedly looked away.

He slid a warm and sweaty hand under her dress, easily undoing her bra under her thin dress withhis other free hand. "Whatever I did was all for you... I tried my best to become a man worthy ofyou... Lyse, take a look at me. Please..."

"Mr. Schmidt, wake up! I'm not Alyssa Taylor!" Tearing up, Amber mustered all her courage to freeherself from his embrace. She hurriedly placed a hand on her chest to stop her bra from sliding off.She slowly backed off.

Carl, who was about to leave, looked shell-shocked. He feared for Amber. He couldn't believe thatAmber, who had been trained as Alyssa Taylor's substitute, had the guts to defy Jameson, the manwho called the shots at The Millennium.

The light in Jameson's eyes dimmed. A hint of doubt surfaced, only to disappear soon.

Since he was in a great mood that night, he brushed off Amber's action as playing hard to get orthrowing a tantrum. He allowed such occurrences once in a while. He simply thought of it asintroducing an element of excitement in their relationship.

Amber was meant to be a substitute that existed for his pleasure anyway. He'd never waste his timeto learn about what was on her mind.

"Carl, Mr. Taylor has probably used up the prescription we delivered to him." Leaning back, Jamesonadjusted his tie. "It's time to ask sir for refills."