Chapter 1684

"Y-You... hit me?" Josh's head was spinning. His mouth was full of blood, and he could barely speak

clearly.

"You came to my place to cause trouble and even laid hands on my people. Josh, have I been too

nice to you?" Jameson looked down on Josh with a cold smirk.

"Y-Your... place?" Josh stared at Jameson in shock.

"Mr. Schmidt owns The Millennium. Everything here belongs to him," Carl proudly explained from

the side.

Josh froze and became speechless at those words.

The Millennium was the most prestigious club in the country, as well as a money-squandering

haven where many dreamed of becoming members to show off their status. The mysterious boss

behind it was actually Jameson?

How could he, a discarded pawn who had just found a foothold in the Schmidt family, have such a

large business? What kind of joke was this?

"Since you've come here to spend money, I wouldn't have bothered you if you had behaved. But it

looks like it's too difficult for you to do that.”

After saying that, Jameson turned to face Amber. He extended his hand toward her while gazing at

her coldly.

It was just like when they first met, but the significance was worlds apart.

Back then, Jameson's outstretched hand was one of redemption, pulling her out of hell and into the

world. It gave her hope.

But now, the same hand pushed her into the abyss time and time again, delivering her to those

devils.

She saw through it now and was totally disheartened. She no longer wanted any of his pity and

charity.

"It's okay, Mr. Schmidt. I can manage on my own." Amber regained her composure. Gritting her

teeth, she struggled to stand

Jameson's eyes remained indifferent as he glanced at Carl.

Carl quickly draped Jameson's coat over Amber, saying, "Ms. Altman, Mr. Schmidt heard that you

were in trouble and rushed over to help you. He's so good to you."

Amber remained silent with lowered eyes.

"Jameson... So... you've been pretending all along... You've been acting all this while!” Trembling,

Josh pointed at Jameson's face, as if only now had he truly seen through his facade.

"Have I been acting? Or were you just blind?"

Jameson scoffed. "You've never faced me properly. You've always thought of me as the weak kid

from 15 years ago, the one you could bully and exploit at will.

"Josh, not only are you blind, but you're also foolish and arrogant. But I have to thank you for

underestimating me. If not for your arrogance, how could I have won so easily? How could you have

been defeated so thoroughly?”

"You won? You spoke too soon!"

Josh was dizzy from the beating and unable to get up. "I've already taken Jonah down. Dad is

trusting me again and is ready to promote me. How long do you think you can remain as the

president?

"I think running a brothel like this suits you better!”

"Do you really believe you took Jonah down?" Jameson looked at him disdainfully.

Josh's heart skipped a beat. "What do you mean?"

"Never mind. Just continue dreaming.”

Jameson reached for Amber's trembling shoulder and headed toward the door. "You don't have to

compensate for what you broke. Save that money and go treat your face.”

Just as they were leaving, Josh suddenly burst into piercing laughter.

"Hahaha! Jameson! You're truly a twisted psycho! Since you can't have Alyssa, you keep a woman

who looks like her by your side! How pathetic! You're truly pitiful!

"You can't get the real person, so you settle for a fake! But a bastard like you, who can only earn

Dad's attention through trickery, only deserves a fake! You'll never beat Jasper, and you'll never get

Alyssa. Never! Hahaha!"

Jameson's dark eyes turned murderous as he walked away.

Amber could feel the pain in her shoulder as his grip tightened.