Can’t Win Me Back by Ginger Sue
Chapter 1766

Jameson cracked his knuckles as he instructed through clenched teeth, "Head back to theMillennium!"

A storm cloud hung over Jameson's face as he entered the Millennium. Anyone could see hissimmering rage.

"Carl," Jameson barked, his voice laced with ice, "get Amber down here. Now."

Carl scurried to obey, his heart hammering in his chest.

After more than ten minutes, Amber appeared in the basement, where the incompetent andtraitorous were often dealt with.

A metallic tang of blood hung heavy in the air as the door creaked open.

"Mr. Schmidt." Amber bowed deeply. Despite her outward composure, her heart was beating wildly.Jameson lounged on a maroon couch in the dim, oppressive light, swirling a glass of crimson wine.He then drank the wine to wet his throat.

"Josh has been charged with corruption, bribery, and sexual assault. He was apprehended by thepolice at the party organized by the Schmidt Group. Are you aware of this?"

Amber attempted to mask her fear as she replied softly, "Yes, it's been all over the internet.”"Alyssa and Jasper," Jameson continued, his smile devoid of warmth, "unearthed a damning amountof evidence in record time. They struck with ruthless efficiency, leaving the Schmidt Group reeling."It's almost as if they had inside information..." He trailed off, swirling the wine in his glass, his eyeslocking onto Amber's. "Tell me, Amber," he said slowly, a predatory glint in his eye, "do you thinksomeone might be playing a little game in the shadows?"

The crimson dress clung to Amber like a second skin, slick with a cold sweat. Her voice, when shespoke, was a hoarse whisper. "Ms. Alyssa and Mr. Jasper have always been formidable rivals.

"Their company boasts exceptional talent, and they hold significant influence. They know how tosway people. It wouldn't be surprising if someone was helping them.”

"They certainly know how to sway people. I'm just uncertain if they've managed to win oversomeone under my nose, unbeknownst to me."

As he finished his sentence, something flashed before Amber's eyes.

Suddenly, Jameson raised his hand and hurled the wine glass at her. She staggered backward,narrowly avoiding a direct hit to her head. However, the glass shattered at the tip of her high heels,splashing her with wine.

Amber's mind went momentarily blank as the cold liquid soaked into her skin. She quickly forced amask of composure onto her face. "What's wrong, Mr. Schmidt? Who has upset you?" she asked,her voice devoid of emotion.

"You're still pretending, huh?" Jameson approached her swiftly, seizing her chin forcefully. The painbrought tears to her eyes. "You're using the resilience I instilled in you since childhood against me,aren't you?"

"I'm sorry, M-Mr. Schmidt. I-1 don't understand what I've done wrong..." Amber's teary eyes turnedred.

"You and Carl were the only ones tasked with investigating Josh in the Millennium. Besides Carl,you're the only one with access to the evidence."

Jameson's heavy breathing exuded a palpable rage. He was on the verge of crushing her jaw."Amber, tell me. Who else could be the traitor if not you? You know how much I loathe traitors, andyou are aware of the number of traitorous bastards who have met their end in this basement.”Amber shook her head, tears streaming down her face. "No, it wasn't me."

"If it wasn't you, why aren't you accusing Carl?" A cruel smile played on Jameson's lips. Chuckling, hecontinued, "Deep down, you know he'd never betray me. Even if you wanted to blame him, youcouldn't replace a reason.

"Amber, I'm the reason you're still alive. I've provided you with a comfortable life. Yet, you've bittenthe hand that feeds you and stab me in the back! How dare you!"