Jasper said, âI need to get to Jeffrey before the police do.â
Men were competitive, especially when they were in love.
Both of them answered their respective phone calls at the same time. They hung up at the same time, too.
âLetâs go to Ninaâs funeral tomorrow morning.â Alyssaâs eyes were slightly red.
âYes, letâs go together.â
Jasper thought long and hard. Like a husband who was about to go on a business trip, Jasper wrapped his arms around Alyssaâs waist. He pulled her into his embrace.
âLyse, there is an important project to discuss at work. I have to sit in this meeting as the president. I will need to go on a business trip for a few days.
âFor how many days?â Alyssa gasped lightly.
âFive to ten days?â
Jasper felt bad. He knew it was a white lie, but he felt terrible nonetheless for lying to the love of his life.
Alyssa blinked her eyes. âWhere are you going?â
Jasper stopped and said, âYoarkley.â He made it up. He felt guilty as Alyssa stared at him.
âOkay, have a safe trip.â Alyssa was expressionless.
Jasper hugged her. He was unwilling to part with her. âWait for me to come back, Lyse.â
Alyssa didnât answer him. She slowly raised her arms and returned his hug.
That hug was more than any words she could say..
A crescent moon hung coldly on the foggy night.
It was the beginning of spring. Yet, it was rainy. The weather was still cold.
âThat maid working for the Beckett family is getting buried tomorrow morning.â
In a luxuriously decorated fall-themed room, Jameson sat on the sofa with his slender legs crossed. He had his back against Carl as he swirled his glass of red wine.
âOkay.â
âAlyssa will definitely be there. That maid died protecting her from a bullet. If Alyssa is there, Jasper must be there too.â
Carl inched closer to him and asked tentatively, âWill you be attending?â
âItâs only a maid. Even if she saved Lyseâs life, I donât think I must be present.â
Jameson drank his red wine elegantly. A cold, mocking glint appeared in the eyes behind his frame. âIf she didnât take the bullet for Lyse, then she will always be a worthless maid.
âThings are different now because of her wisdom. She had turned into Lyseâs savior. Lyse is so kind that she will always remember her. Her family will be compensated handsomely because of her sacrifice. No matter how you look at it, her death was worth it.â
Carl listened silently. His back broke into a cold sweat.
Jameson, his boss, could turn any evil intention into moral reasoning.
Jamesonâs cruelty was concealed.
He consistently wore a gentle smile, making anyone feel at ease. when interacting with him. However, not interfering with him or his possessions was crucial in maintaining such favorable treatment.
Coveting them was absolutely out of the question.
Otherwise, he would become hostile, catching the person off guard and unleashing a biting attack with a cold, poisonous tongue. He wouldnât settle for a simple demise but would ensure a painful and agonizing death.
Jameson downed the remaining wine in his glass. A deep look swirled in his eyes. Sadness welled up in his heart.
He wasnât going, not because he didnât want to go. Furthermore, he had not seen Alyssa in a long time.
He couldnât eat or sleep thinking about her. He was losing his mind.
If he appeared suddenly uninformed tomorrow, she would resent him even more.
He had already lost to Jasper. He couldnât afford to lose to him any further.
At this moment, the door of the room opened slowly.
Amber entered with her head lowered. She had an envelope in her hand.
âMr. Schmidt, the men you sent had sent something back.â