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?"

head as she tried to catch her breath. "I'm

sure...

drink. I can barely

had drinks with him? Do you know who he

look in Carl's eyes

"Ms. Altman, all these years, you have always been cautious whenever you carry out

You hardly ever make any mistakes. What happened

are you trying to say? Are you suspicious of me right now? If there were something

him, I wouldn't have come to him alone last night. I was even

her dark hair.

stick... Her hair

back into the bedroom. Even after turning over

no sign of her silver hair stick

clue about what was going on with her.

It's just that Mr. Schmidt has already learned about how you

that I had the capability to

vicious gaze flashed across Amber's

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

to say

last night and that nothing happened

could you be

said, "You'd better have a good

Mr. Schmidt when we get

"There's nothing to explain."

box and said, "I have

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

doesn't believe me."