Female Novel"Ms. Altman, it's been a while. You still look as lovely as before," the man complimented Amber with a gentle smile.Amber looked stoic and cold. She lowered her gaze and replied humbly, "Sir, thanks for the compliment."
"You're indeed a woman groomed by Mr. Schmidt. You're gentle, demure, and gracious. Sometimes, | feel that you're AlyssaTaylor herself. You're the best substitute I've ever seen."
Amber kept her silence, but she looked glum. By describing her as a substitute, all his prior compliments sounded sarcastic toher.
Jameson did not continue on that topic. Instead, he opened the box and revealed the antique vase to the man. "This is aWiktorian-era pink frosted vase | got for you from a Yoarkley auction. It's nothing special. | hope you don't mind it."
Sheryl lifted a brow in amusement. She had been keeping an eye on the vase for her employer. In the end, an anonymous buyerwon the bid with 50 million dollars. She had not expected the buyer to be Jameson.
She thought, "Mr. Schmidt is indeed a thoughtful lapdog.”
The man nodded softly. "Mr. Schmidt, that's very thoughtful of you. I'll need your help on drug DAD0044."Jameson nodded at him. "Don't worry. I'll give it my best."
After Jameson and Amber left, silence fell on the scented room.novelbin
"Sir, whose face do you think is prettier—my face that you sculpted or Amber's that resembles Alyssa Taylor?" Sheryl gentlyplaced her hand on the man's shoulder and whispered into his ear.
He smiled and patted his thigh. She obediently walked over and kneeled in front of him. Then, she looked up at him with a tendergaze on her radiant face.
“Amber might be a carbon copy of Alyssa Taylor, but she'll never be her. She's a low-grade substitute that Jameson Schmidtcreated to satisfy his desire." The man leaned forward and placed a finger under her chin.
He lifted her chin slowly. "You are just you. You're a work of art | meticulously crafted. That boring substitute is no match for myart piece."
Sheryl's eyes glinted when she heard his words. To her, he was an omniscient deity who categorized the beings in the world intotwo—those who belonged to him and those who did not. She did not mind being described as an item.
"Sir, please forgive my bluntness." Kneeling on the floor, Sheryl started massaging his leg. "I think this is the best opportunity foryou to hit back.
“As Jameson Schmidt had said, the best way to manipulate a man is by gaining his sympathy. I'm worried that Javier Beckettmight hand the Beckett Group to Jasper out of guilt."
The man chuckled. "No, he won't."
Sheryl opined, "Now that Sophia Kirkman is done for, there's no reason to keep Betty Beckett in the family. Why don't you revealthe secret and get rid of both mother and daughter? A useless chess piece will only be an eyesore in the game."
“We've not reached the end yet. How would you know she's useless?”Sheryl was surprised by the remark.
The man explained, "Grandpa hastaught me to be frugal from a youngage." He leaned his lanky bodybackward and added, "That's why |need to make full use of all my chesspieces. That way, | can put his lifeadvice into practice." The content ison noveldrama.org! Read the latestchapter there!
Sheryl smirked. "Is Jameson Schmidt one of those chess pieces?"
The man merely coughed andgracefully lifted the cup. "| hope hegives me a satisfactory reply on thedrug trial mission. Otherwise, that willbe the end of our partnership." Thecontent is on noveldrama.org! Readthe latest chapter there!
Sophia had appealed against the sentence on the same day. Ten days later, the appellate court affirmed the sentence, whichmeant that she would still face the death penalty.
From that moment onward, she feltas if she had gone blind. She spenteach day curled up in a corner of hercell, staring blankly at the tinywindow. That would go on fromdawn to night. Everything around herappeared dark and murky. Thecontent is on noveldrama.org! Readthe latest chapter there!