Can’t Win Me Back novel (Alyssa and Jasper) novel Chapter 1600

Carl sounded perplexed by Jameson's decision. He questioned, "You can totally get Josh out of the way and claim the president title if you settle the scandal in Tsulu."

Jameson shook his head. "Victor Schmidt is a skeptical man. If I show my hand, I will only raise his suspicion about my intentions. However, he will think of me as rational, sensible, and diplomatic if I leave the matter to Josh."

Carl inquired, "What if Josh successfully squashed the scandal?"

"Do you think I'll let that happen?" Jameson folded his legs and swirled the red wine in his glass. He exuded a dangerous air. "Since the Taylors have brought this scandal to the next level, I shall fuel the fire and make it spiral out of control.

"Get in touch with our men in Tsulu right now. Tell them to visit the hospital where the injured villagers stay. You know what to do next, don't you?"

Carl got the hint. He nodded hard. "Yes. Got it."

Amber's hands quivered. She knew that a vicious round of killings was about to start. She felt suffocated at the thought of the innocent civilian lives about to be lost in the power struggle between capitalists. The notion made her feel sick in the stomach.

"I will need Josh to be irrevocably defeated if I were to take his place, or Victor will not give up on him. Got it?"

Carl had a look of admiration in his eyes. "Mr. Schmidt, you're so close to success."

"Yes, I'm one step away from it." Without warning, Jameson grabbed Amber's hand and pulled her into his arms. He looked tipsy as he stared at her shocked face.

The light in Jameson's eyes dimmed. A hint of doubt surfaced, only to disappear soon.

Since he was in a great mood that night, he brushed off Amber's action as playing hard to get or throwing a tantrum. He allowed such occurrences once in a while. He simply thought of it as introducing an element of excitement in their relationship.

Amber was meant to be a substitute that existed for his pleasure anyway. He'd never waste his time to learn about what was on her mind.

"Carl, Mr. Taylor has probably used up the prescription we delivered to him." Leaning back, Jameson adjusted his tie. "It's time to ask sir for refills."