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.

silently trailed him to his room. Observing the blood on Jameson’s hand, Carl nudged Amber. “Ms. Altman, Mr. Schmidt is injured. Please tend

aback, Amber hesitated briefly before offering, “Mr. Schmidt, your hand is injured. I’ll-Ah!”

bedroom and slammed the door shut, leaving Carl worrying

undergarments as they stumbled onto the bed. Protectively folding her arms across

an uncanny resemblance with Alyssa. “You’re not Alyssa.

he slapped her across the face, causing her cheeks to

forced himself on her despite treating her like a

slap shattered any illusions she held about Jameson. He was no longer the perfect and

He frowned when he saw the caller ID. “Why are you

help. Isn’t that right?” the caller teased with