Female Novel
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Carl tentatively asked, "Mr. Schmidt, will that crazy bitch... work with you?"
"I've stepped in. How could it not work?" Jameson raised his eyebrows arrogantly.
"Then let me congratulate you for removing another nuisance in advance."novelbin
Carl smiled with utmost sincerity. "Once David falls, Josh will be an easy target. By then, Victor will
have no one to rely on other than you. The entire Schmidt family will be yours."
"I hope so."
Squinting his eyes, Jameson raised his hand toward the vast black sky, and a complex emotion surged
in his gaze. "I was given a second life. I just hope not to disappoint his expectations."
"By the way, Mr. Schmidt, I just received news that your private plane is ready."
"Although it took quite some time, it was worth the wait."
Jameson lightly pushed his gold-rimmed glasses, a glint of coldness crossing his eyes. "Contact Inigo
and tell him everything is ready. He and his brothers can hit the road anytime."
Jameson's luxury car moved steadily in the direction of The Millennium.
As he thought about the upcoming series of major events and his grand ambitions for the future, he
couldn't help but smile with excitement.
Everything was under his control now—except for Alyssa.
At this thought, Jameson clenched his fists unwillingly and asked in a low voice, "I had you send people
to monitor the Taylor family. Any news?"
Carl slapped his forehead and hastily reported, "We found out that Ms. Alyssa seems to have escaped
from Heightsnew Villa. Mr. Taylor had mobilized people to find her, but so far, they haven't found her."
"What? Lyse ran away from home? Why didn't you tell me earlier?" Jameson's pupils constricted as he
anxiously leaned forward.
"P-Please calm down, Mr. Schmidt. The Taylor family's security measures have always been stringent.
Our people had to squat there day and night without sleep to get this information." Carl's heart
clenched from nervousness.
Restless, Jameson took off his glasses and pinched the bridge of his nose. "This Lyse... I remember
she used to climb walls and trees as a child. She would do anything to sneak out and play.
"I never thought she would still be so mischievous as an adult. Winston is really strange. He knew his
daughter was stubborn and wouldn't yield easily. How could he confine her like this? It's no different
from imprisoning a bird in a cage." "I wonder how Ms. Alyssa is doing now. But she's smart and
resourceful. I'm sure no one would dare to bully her."
"How could Jonah and the others allow their most beloved sister to wander outside? Even if Winston
can't find her, those men from the Taylor family would—"
Jameson put his glasses back on. Before he finished his sentence, his eyes, which were looking out of
the window, widened. He shouted, "Stop the car!"
Carl slammed the brakes. His forehead was covered in sweat.
Jameson pressed his palm against the car window. His anxious and rapid breath left a white mist on
the glass, yet it failed to obscure the prominent figures reflected deeply in his eyes.
Across the road, in front of a hotdog stall, an intimate couple stood shoulder-to-shoulder, eating happily.
As they ate, they made eye contact and smiled at each other.