Chapter 157

“No, that’s not it... Braylee’s face turned ghostly pale as she shook her head desperately at Yorick. Her feeble attempt to lie fell

flat.” Listen to me, Yorick. I can explain, I...”

“There’s nothing left to say.”

Yorick’s scowl melted away, replaced by a sly grin. “You're my girl, your past doesn’t bother me.”

He reached out to Amber once more, charming and polished. “Miss Chesire, we really should talk about the acquisition. Even if a

buyout is off the table, there’s room for partnership, don’t you think?”

However, Amber was a wreck, all thanks to Braylee. Guilt painted her face as she shook her head. “Mister Schneider, I’m sorry. I

just... I need to leave!”

With that, she fought back tears and, alongside Alexander, made her exit from the restaurant.

“Amber, Alexander...

Yorick’s eyes lingered on their retreating figures before fixing his gaze on Amber's delicate waist. A frostiness flickered in his

eyes, growing more intense.

Deep into the night, the silence was shattered in the presidential suite atop the Marigold Grand Hotel of Ol‘ Mare.

“Ah, no, please, ah...”

Yorick kicked the battered Braylee, tumbling off the bed. Clad in his nightgown, he strode to the window, his face a dark storm as

he surveyed the city below. “So much for purity, for being untouched. Dreaming of joining the Schneider family? What a joke!”

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Braylee trembled, curled on the floor, clutching a blanket around her. Her sobs filled the room. “Yorick, I realize my mistake. Just

give me another chance, I'll secure the New Chesire Group for you. I swear it!”

Yorick’s chuckle was low and sinister as he fished a sneaky snapshot from his pajama pocket. His eyes devoured the image of

Amber, pure and captivating. He murmured with a heated gaze, “Now this... this is what real purity looks like! Oh, Amber...”

Lust painted his features as he lasciviously licked the photo, his tongue tracing the image as if to claim it. Whirling around, he

seized Braylee by the neck, his glare turning sharp and dangerous. “No woman I desire has ever slipped through my fingers!”

“Tomorrow night, you'll invite Amber out, pretending you want to make amends. Say it’s to apologize, to catch up on old times.”

“Make sure she comes alone. Alexander must not tag along. Got it?”

Tears crystallized on Braylee’s cheeks as she stammered, “Yorick, what are you...”

He flashed a vile grin, brandishing a clear glass vial with a liquid as clear as water. “I paid a pretty penny for this little treasure

from overseas. She won't taste it, won’t even know it’s there. However, with just one sip... she'll be putty in my hands.”

Dread flickered in Braylee’s eyes. She ventured, “And if she won’t agree to meet?”

His smile twisted cruelly. “Fail to bring her out, and you'll pay with your life.”

The following evening, at half past seven, Elsa Music Restaurant buzzed with activity.

“Mister Schneider, what a surprise to see you here.”

Amber, with her secretary Queenie by her side, spotted Braylee and Yorick tucked away in a corner. Her brows knitted together

in concern.

She got a tearful call from Braylee just as the workday wound down, begging for a face-to-face apology and a chance to

rekindle the camaraderie of their school days.

She had no intention of showing up, but Braylee’s tearful plea over the phone tugged at her heartstrings, and she could not bear

to say no. So, she had Alexander turn the car around and head home while she and Queenie made their way to the party.

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“Is it that Miss Chesire can’t stand me?”

Yorick, with no sign of Alexander, shamelessly ogled Amber. His eyes alight with raw desire. His barely contained yearning

blazed like wildfire, threatening to scorch his very gaze.

“Amber, I thought we agreed you’d come by yourself?” Braylee, worried Yorick might lose control, rushed over with a forced grin.

“This is your secretary, right? Have her head back. You and I can catch up, just us girls.”

She handed Amber a wine glass, her expression a mix of guilt and appeal. “I messed up yesterday. Let's call it even over this

drink, okay?”

Amber eyed Yorick’s. sleazy grin, then the glass in Braylee’s hand, sensing something was off. She stood her ground, cautious.

“Braylee, you said it'd be just us. Why'd you bring Mister Schneider along?”

“Let's skip the apologies. I’m not here to talk shop.” With that, she grabbed Queenie’s arm, her voice shaking.

“Queenie, we're leaving.”