Chapter 1781

Jasper gently held Alyssa's chin as he kissed her on the lips, smudging her lipstick. He traced her lips

with his, as he relished in her loveliness.

After reveling in a passionate kiss, they parted right before flames of desire further consumed them.

Staring at her flushed cheeks and moist lips, he smiled in satisfaction. "Your lips are lovelier than the

roses."

"You're such a clingy man. Every time we meet, you will ask for a kiss or more. Can you give me a

breather? Gosh!" She slid into his arms and poked him on the chest, her favorite move when she

flirted with him.

Every time she was in a low mood, she'd poke or caress his chest. The physical touch almost always

cheered her up.

"Well, I want to kiss you and take you. Will you allow me to? Hm?" Jasper whispered affectionately,

his lips brushing against her earlobe.

Shuddering slightly, she offered an answer in the form of a deep blush on her cheeks.

They cuddled on the couch and stared at the flaming roses, savoring each moment of happiness.

"Thanks for finding out Dominic's tax evasion. We held this over his head and forced him to return

the 50 million dollars he misappropriated from the company.” She playfully scratched the bottom of

his chin with a look of admiration. "Lady Jasper, you are indeed capable of sharing my burden. I'm

pleased.”

Wrapping her arms around his neck, she flirtatiously kissed his lips. "You shall be handsomely

rewarded tonight.”

"Thank you, Your Majesty," Jasper replied gently.

Usually reserved and serious, he looked exceptionally obedient around Alyssa. He'd play along with

her when she was in the mood.

"Pfft. You do look like a boy toy at this moment.” She rubbed her fingertips around his lips. "You

look a little shameless, but I like it."

"Now that Dominic Taylor has been sacked from KS Group and saddled with 50 million worth of

debt..." He grasped her hand softly. "..Lyse, do we stop here?"

"Stop?" She snorted and arched her brow. "We must hit him where it hurts. As an evil bitch, I shall

not go easy on that loser.”

He tried to hold back a laugh upon hearing her remark.

"It might appear like I spared him, but I can always stab him in the back.” Snuggling against him and

adjusting her position, she remarked, "Dominic's two hotels are doing well this year.

"Mr. Bates has also invested in that business. But businesses like these almost always commit tax

evasion—easily in tens of millions.”

"Do you want to deal an even greater blow at Dominic Taylor?" Jasper squinted. "That's a walk in the

park.”

"Yes. Only by doing so, we will send a warning to Mr. Bates. He will know which side to pick in the

KS Group for his own good.” Alyssa wagged her finger. "He won't have a future working with

Dominic Taylor."

At that moment, Jasper received a call from Xavier. "Xavier, what's up?"

"Mr. Beckett, Victor Schmidt's attorney visited Josh at the detention center today.” Xavier delivered

the latest news with worry. "Will there be any unwelcomed changes? Will the Schmidt Group exploit

loopholes to bail out that bastard?"

"No, they won't. There is solid evidence against Josh Schmidt, and he will never make a comeback

again.” The look in Jasper's eyes hardened. "If Victor sends his attorney to Josh, it could only mean

he's about to settle the score.”

Grinning knowingly, Alyssa commented, "Oh, looks like the Schmidt Group will see a tilt of scales.

Some vicious serpent hiding in the dark might start panicking because things aren't working out for

him."

Victor stared at the agreement for the transfer of shares, which had been signed by Josh, in a

hospital room in Belbanks. His expression was hard to read.

"Mr. Victor, are you not going to visit Mr. Josh for one last time?" Corey Blunt, Victor's secretary,

asked hesitantly.

Victor asked icily, "Did Josh send any message to me?" The detachment in his tone felt like he was

talking about a stranger instead of his son.

The Schmidts were as cold-blooded as reptiles. While they experienced a multitude of emotions just

like anyone else, they also possessed a remarkable ability to compartmentalize their feelings,

seamlessly reverting to their power struggles as though such Machiavellian machinations were the

sole reason that kept them going.