Chapter 1764

Clarissa was so overwhelmed by her emotions that she found herself at a loss for words. "You... have

given me a second chance at life.”

"You're too kind, Ms. Sparks,” replied Jasper with a gentle smile. "You are the one who redeemed

yourself."

Alyssa then asked, "Oh, yes. What did you want to say earlier, Ms. Sparks?"

"Josh will never get out of prison.” Clarissa handed her a USB flash drive, her eyes reddened with

emotion. "There is a recording of a phone conversation Josh had with someone, which I secretly

recorded that night.

"Last week, he slept with a girl on a cruise ship. In a bid of excitement, he injected the girl with

drugs, resulting in her death.

"Afterward, he engaged the person on the phone to dispose of the girl's body. I waited until he was

asleep and then checked his phone to record the person's number.

"Before disclosing our findings, we can initiate a police investigation. I trust we will soon apprehend

the accomplice responsible for disposing of the body."

They shuddered upon hearing that.

Josh was evil. He was about to face the consequences of his actions, so it didn't matter if he faced

additional repercussions. However, their hearts ached for the girl who had fallen victim to his

cruelty.

"Plus, Hendrix is already at the police station, ready to confess to the years he helped Josh forge

false accounts and transfer public funds.

"Ms. Alyssa, Mr. Beckett, this is all that what we could do. I wish you all the best in what lies ahead,”

Clarissa said, her tone laced with guilt.

Unable to contain her emotions any longer, Alyssa's tears streamed down her face as she went to

Clarissa and hugged her tightly. Before long, her tears soaked Clarissa's shoulders.

Surrounded by the flashes from the media, Josh was escorted into a police car, his face contorted

with hatred.

As they left, Cyrus noticed Lauren in Landon's embrace, standing nearby.

Despite the throng of people, his gaze darted straight to her. Her face, a beacon in the sea of

anonymity, imprinted itself on his memory. A bittersweet pang shot through him. Though a flicker

of comfort warmed him—Lauren had someone who could love and cherish her.

Cyrus tore his gaze away, the intensity of his stare threatening to reveal the truth he desperately

tried to shield.

It was a restless night at the Schmidt Group.

With the removal of the three major obstacles blocking Jameson's path, one would expect him to

feel content. Yet, he found himself unhappy.

Perhaps his desires remained unfulfilled, or he harbored resentment toward what he perceived as

divine injustice—Jameson didn't get what he wanted. He longed for Alyssa, yet circumstances had

forced him to become her enemy.

Jameson also craved the sight of a broken Josh, whimpering apologies at his mother's feet.

However, the absence of this scene left a chilling emptiness in his gut.

Jasper and Alyssa prepared to leave after achieving their revenge and garnering acclaim. Suddenly,

Jameson materialized before them.

Jameson had sprinted toward them, his voice ragged as he called out, "Lyse, I need to speak with

you privately.”

His usually impeccable appearance was slightly disheveled—a rare sight indeed.

Jasper's grip tightened around Alyssa's waist, his dark eyes filled with concern.

But Alyssa swiftly dismissed Jameson's request, her tone cold. "I have nothing to say to you. If you

have something to say, say it now."

"Why... Why does it have to be today?" A vein throbbed in his forehead, betraying the struggle to

maintain composure.

"Why can't it be today?" Alyssa was charming even when she was mocking. "Do I need to consult

the calendar for this?"