Can’t Win Me Back novel (Alyssa and Jasper) novel Chapter 1683

"60,000 dollars? This is daylight robbery!" Josh gritted his teeth in anger.

"You are Mr. Josh Schmidt, the Schmidt Group's ex-president. 60,000 dollars should be a drop in the bucket for you. You won't even feel the pinch, will you?" Amber jeered at him.

Everyone present was dumbfounded.

Amber bore a striking resemblance to Alyssa, not only in appearance but also in temperament and arrogance.

The Millennium's supervisor stared at Amber with his jaw dropped. He was so terrified that it felt like his heart had stopped.

However, more than that, he felt a little strange. They had worked together for such a long time, and somehow, she didn't feel like the Amber he knew.

There were often customers at The Millennium who caused trouble after having too much to drink. As the owner, she had to step up to resolve the situation on multiple occasions. Situations like these always end in a peaceful resolution. She would never provoke them like that.

Nevertheless, with Josh, she looked as if she was having a standoff with her archenemy. It was obvious that she was deliberately provoking him.

Hearing the word "ex-president" completely stumped Josh.

He marched straight up to Amber. The veins on his hands were popping.

With a sudden burst of fury, he reached out and grabbed her throat, forcefully pushing her against the wall.

The onlookers were stunned, but none dared to intervene.

"Stupid bitch… Are you trying to get yourself killed?"

Amber's face swelled up and turned red. Her eyes filled with tears.

However, just as Josh expected her to concede defeat, she slowly smiled. It was a smile tinged with pain, yet it exuded nothing but mockery toward him.

Then, a group of black-clad bodyguards entered the room. They ushered everyone out before shutting the door behind them.

What was once a luxurious private room had now become a scene of carnage in order to dispose of Josh.

With an utterly expressionless face, Jameson sat atop him, delivering blow after blow.

Josh's eyes were so swollen that he could no longer open them. His front teeth were gone too. He was as miserable as he could be.

"Mr. Jameson, that's enough! You might kill him if you continue beating him like that," Carl kindly reminded him.

Only then did Jameson retract his fists. He stood up slowly from the pile of trash on the floor.

He retrieved a snowy white handkerchief from his pocket and meticulously wiped away the blood stains from his hands. Then, with disdain, he tossed the soiled handkerchief at Josh's unrecognizable face.