Chapter 1763

Josh's head began to spin as he observed Clarissa exchanging glances with Alyssa. He roared in a

fury, “You bitch! How dare you conspire with someone else to frame me! I will never let you go!"

Clarissa's gaze met Josh's unflinchingly. A subtle smirk tugged at her crimson lips, a stark contrast to

the lone tear clinging to her lashes.

What happened next left the crowd in disbelief.

Without hesitation, she took off her dark green evening dress, revealing her body marked with

bruises and scars for all to witness.

"Clarissa..." Alyssa gasped, stunned by Clarissa's resolute actions. She felt a shiver run down her

spine.

Beneath her thin white silk nightgown, ugly scars marred her limbs, a chilling sight for all.

"Josh, I've endured your abuse for years. You've never given me a moment of peace.”

Clarissa's smile was tinged with malice, her eyes blazing with hatred enough to consume him. "You

strike me when you're displeased or frustrated. There were instances when you demanded I use my

body to appease the partners of the Schmidt Group. When I refused, you punished me even more

severely.

"I've survived until today, not because of your mercy; I'm simply resilient. Otherwise, I would have

perished countless times at your hands.”

The harsh truth was laid bare.

Josh was unworthy of being called a man. He was nothing but a savage, a deceitful demon

Jameson finally calmed things down at the crazy Schmidt Group, but now an even bigger, more

explosive problem showed up. This new mess seemed impossible to fix.

The stench of scandal clung to the Schmidt Group like a bad odor.

Despite being one of the city's top four conglomerates, its fall from grace was irreparable.

At this moment, Jameson's usually composed expression drained of color, his face contorted with

rage. Having just managed to salvage the Schmidt Group's image, the Schmidt Group's name was

being dragged back through the mud once again.

He was certain Jasper and Alyssa were behind this.

As chaos ensued, Victor felt a sharp pain in his chest. After administering Nitroglycerin, he was

ushered away from the tumult by his secretary and bodyguards.

As Josh got escorted away by the police, he unleashed a torrent of threats toward Alyssa. His voice

was laced with madness as he shouted, "Alyssa, I know you orchestrated this! Once I'm out, I'll make

sure to end you! And you, Clarissa, you bitch! I'll make you pay, too! I will kill all of you!"

A sharp glint flashed in Jasper's eyes as he enveloped Alyssa in a tight embrace, unwilling to let her

go.

"He's all talk. He doesn't have the guts to lay a finger on me," Alyssa remarked, leaning against

Jasper's chest. Listening to his racing heartbeat, she teased, "Look how terrified you are! That's not

like you at all.”

"I don't know what came over me. I was afraid I might lose control,” Jasper admitted, pressing his

chin atop her head and caressing it gently. "Lyse, Victor will bail Josh out.

"After all, he was his pride and joy. Besides, his sentence will only be around 12 to 13 years. One

day, he'll be out. Don't underestimate his threats.”

"Are you worried about his empty threats?" Alyssa affectionately studied his face.

Jasper shook his head, cupping the back of her neck and planting a gentle kiss on her forehead.

"No. No one will ever lay a finger on you, not while I draw breath.

"I just regret involving you in such a dangerous situation. I've put you in danger. If you want to help,

from now on, it'll be from the sidelines—strategizing and planning.”

Suddenly, Clarissa's hoarse voice broke the moment. "That won't happen.”

Both Jasper and Alyssa turned toward her. She approached them, tears glistening in her eyes as she

wore the evening gown designed by Rose.

"Ms. Sparks, thank you for everything you did tonight," Alyssa said, recalling how Clarissa had bared

her deepest wounds to bring Josh to justice. Her heart swelled with gratitude, tears pooling in her

eyes.

"I should be the one thanking you and Mr. Beckett. Without you two, I wouldn't have been able to

doit."