Can’t Win Me Back

Yet, for Amber, all those garments served only to gratify Jameson's visual desires and subsequently

shed for the pleasure of other men.

Was there anyone who really cared or worried for her? Was there?

That said, there was no turning back for her. She no longer had any right to choose.

She and Axel were destined to be enemies. They were also fated to be people from two different

worlds.

Amber took a deep breath, then wiped away the tear from the corner of her eye.

Just as she was about to shut the door, a hand suddenly appeared and held onto the side of the door.

Through the gap, she noticed a pair of dark and familiar eyes!

"Carl?" Amber felt her chest tighten. She immediately hid the gastric medication behind her back.

"You are still alive, Ms. Altman. Thank heavens!"

Carl forced the door open and stormed into the room, slamming Amber to the wall in the process.

Following behind him were two other subordinates. They entered the room and pulled out their guns

silently. The crafty looks on their faces were like those of the special agents in spy movies.

Amber spoke up coldly, "Axel is not here. He's gone."

"He's gone? You didn't kill him?"

Carl looked shocked. "What were you two doing last night then? Hooking up?"

She held her head as she tried to catch her breath.

sure...

I can barely

him? Do you know who

the look in Carl's

these years, you have

Schmidt. You hardly ever make any mistakes. What

trying to say? Are you suspicious of

to him alone last night.

fingers through her dark

stick... Her hair

back into the bedroom. Even after turning over the mattress, the couch, and

no sign of her

what was going on with her. He

just that Mr. Schmidt has already learned about

night! Did you think that I had the capability to find you? It was Mr. Schmidt

vicious gaze flashed across Amber's mind. Her

to kill Axel. That aside, you had even spent the entire night

say about

that you blacked out from drinking last night

could you be

an anxious sigh. He said, "You'd better have a good think about how you're going to

Mr. Schmidt when we get

"There's nothing to explain."

medicine box and said, "I have been by Mr.

kind of a person I am. There's nothing I

doesn't believe me."