NovelOnline"60,000 dollars? This is daylight robbery!" Josh gritted his teeth in anger.
"You are Mr. Josh Schmidt, the Schmidt Group's ex-president. 60,000 dollars should be a drop in the bucket for you. You won't even feel the pinch, will you?" Amber jeered at him.
Everyone present was dumbfounded.
Amber bore a striking resemblance to Alyssa, not only in appearance but also in temperament and arrogance.
The Millennium's supervisor stared at Amber with his jaw dropped. He was so terrified that it felt like his heart had stopped.
However, more than that, he felt a little strange. They had worked together for such a long time, and somehow, she didn't feel like the Amber he knew.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThere were often customers at The Millennium who caused trouble after having too much to drink. As the owner, she had to step up to resolve the situation on multiple occasions. Situations like these always end in a peaceful resolution. She would never provoke them like that.
Nevertheless, with Josh, she looked as if she was having a standoff with her archenemy. It was obvious that she was deliberately provoking him.
Hearing the word "ex-president" completely stumped Josh.
He marched straight up to Amber. The veins on his hands were popping.
With a sudden burst of fury, he reached out and grabbed her throat, forcefully pushing her against the wall.
The onlookers were stunned, but none dared to intervene.
"Stupid bitch... Are you trying to get yourself killed?" Amber's face swelled up and turned red. Her eyes filledpgth tears.
However, just as Josh expected her to concede defeat, she slowly smiled. It was a smile tinged with pain, yet it exuded nothing but mockery toward him.
"You're smiling? Let's see if you can keep smiling after this!" Josh was furious.
Just as he was poised to deliver his final blow, a sudden chill ran down his spine. In the next instant, someone seized his collar from behind, causing him to loosen his grip on Amber's neck.
Immediately after, a powerful punch struck his face, leaving his nose throbbing and numb. Blood began to flow from his nostrils.
"Oof!" Josh covered his bloody nose and stumbled two steps back. He was then only able to get a good look at the person who had hit him. His attacker's skin was fair, and his face was elegant yet frigid.
It was Jameson.
Amber coughed repeatedly, slumping to the floor as she gasped for air. Despite her distress, only one thought flashed through her mind—she wondered if Axel had made it safely out of The Millennium.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"You bastard! It was you—Oof!" Before Josh could finish his sentence, Jameson took two steps forward and grabbed him by the collar. He swung yet another punch at him.
Then, a group of black-clad bodyguards entered the room. They ushered everyone out before shutting the door behind them.
What was once a luxurious private room had now beca scene of carnage in order to dispose of Josh.
With an utterly expressionless face, Jameson sat atop him, delivering blow after blow.
Josh's eyes were so swollen that he could no longer open them. His front teeth were gone too. He was as miserable as he could be.
"Mr. Jameson, that's enough! You might kill him if you continue beating him like that," Carl kindly reminded him.
Only then did Jameson retract his fists. He stood up slowly from the pile of trash on the floor.
He retrieved a snowy white handkerchief from his pocket and meticulously wiped away the blood stains from his hands. Then, with disdain, he tossed the soiled handkerchief at Josh's unrecognizable face.
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