Can’t Win Me Back

Chapter 1158

Jameson panted heavily as sweat trickled down his chiseled face. His eyes gleamed with malice, like a devil emerging from the depths of hell. A sense of satisfaction enveloped him after his recent predation.

“Mr. Schmidt,” Carl and Amber greeted him in unison.

Jameson tossed the blood-stained whip onto the floor and took off his glasses. He then wiped off the blood on the glasses with the hem of his shirt.

Back in Kontina, he’d go hunting whenever he was in a foul mood. Unfortunately, Solana City didn’t have any hunting grounds. Left with no choice, he was forced to release his frustration on human beings instead.

To his surprise, he found torturing humans much more enjoyable than hunting wild animals, a practice he intended to continue.

Observing the blood on Jameson’s hand, Carl nudged

before offering, “Mr. Schmidt, your

and slammed the door shut, leaving Carl worrying for her fate at the door.

her undergarments as they stumbled onto the bed.

Altman, how dare you refuse me?” Jameson mounted her soft body and glowered at her face, which bore an uncanny resemblance with Alyssa.

causing her cheeks to

had never forced himself on her

illusions she held about Jameson. He was no longer the perfect and kind gentleman

but a ringing phone interrupted him. He frowned when he saw the caller ID. “Why

your problem without my help. Isn’t that right?” the caller teased with a