Can’t Win Me Back by Ginger Sue

Chapter 839

"Sorry." Amber's face turned red, and her consciousness blurred.

"I told you, with this face of yours, even in Solana City, it should only appear at The Millennium at night! You're my carefully crafted trump card, my possession.

"You do what I tell you to do, and you don't have the qualifications to show off, let alone to be arrogant!"

Jameson's eyes were full of malice. He increased the pressure of his grip on her neck as if he wanted to strangle her to death.

Sitting in the passenger seat, Carl saw that Amber was about to collapse and hurriedly pleaded for her, "Mr. Schmidt, Ms. Altman can't take it anymore! Please spare her this time for her loyalty and devotion to you over the years!

"Although it's her fault for violating your orders by sneaking back, isn't it to see you? Everything she did was for you. Please spare her this time."

Jameson coldly stared at Amber's beautiful face and exhaled a breath before loosening his grip on her.

Amber was soaked in sweat at this moment, and her face changed from red to white. Panting heavily, she tearfully stared at Jameson.

Even after being hurt like this, she had no resentment toward him and only blamed herself for making him angry.

"Sorry... Mr. Schmidt ... Sorry..." Amber covered her neck in pain, continuously apologizing humbly.

Jameson took a snow-white handkerchief from his pocket and wiped his hands leisurely without looking at her. Then he threw the handkerchief out of the window disdainfully.

"Take good care of this face when you go back. If it weren't for it, I would have strangled you."

In distress, Amber was trembling all over. "Thank you ... Thank you, Mr. Schmidt."

Suddenly, Jameson pushed his glasses and asked in a deep voice, " Did a man touch you in a bar?"

"No ... I accidentally bumped into him. I drank too much and made a fool of myself." Feeling nervous, she quickly shifted all the blame to herself.

Jameson gave her a cold glance and said to Carl, "Find out who that man is, his identity, and his background."

"Yes, Mr. Schmidt."

Amber's hands, placed on her knees, tightly gripped her skirt.

She felt a bit sorry for that man.

But she also knew that Jameson was this kind of person. If anyone touched his possessions, it was equivalent to robbery.

Could this indirectly show that he had a bit of genuine feelings for Amber? Even if this bit of sincerity existed because of Alyssa, he must have had some feelings for her, right?

The luxury car swiftly left the alley and disappeared into the night.

At this moment, Axel leisurely walked to the center of the alley with his hands in his suit pockets.

Watching the direction the car left, he squinted his eyes.

"Am... ber?"

At the same time, he memorized the license plate number of the luxury car.

Meanwhile, Silas didn't stay idle either.

He never imagined that in his rare visit to the bar, he would unexpectedly run into his old enemy.

At the entrance of the private room, Rose, who was half drunk, was being dragged out by two well-dressed middle-aged foreigners.

Since she was intoxicated, her limbs were weak, and she couldn't resist the pressure of the two tall and big men.

"Let me go... I want to go back." Rose kept pushing back, shifting her weight back onto herself.

The smiles on the faces of the two men became lecherous. They completely ignored her, only wanting to drag her to a secluded place to enjoy slowly.

"Let me go!"

"Let her go."

Just then, a cold and piercing male voice coincided with her cries.

Rose squinted her blurry eyes. She widened her eyes in surprise as she met Silas' handsome and angry face.