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?"

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

sure...

much to drink. I can barely remember what

had drinks with him? Do

rage, the look in

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

You hardly ever make any mistakes. What happened this time? This is so unlike

of me right now? If

come to him alone last night. I was

through her dark hair.

stick... Her

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

was no sign of her silver hair stick

a clue about what was going on with her. He simply

just that Mr. Schmidt has already learned about how you and Axel

Did you think that I had the capability to find you? It was

gaze flashed across Amber's mind. Her

to kill Axel. That aside, you had even spent

say

last night and that nothing happened

you

better have a good think about how you're going to

to Mr. Schmidt

"There's nothing to explain."

said, "I have been

of a person I am. There's nothing I

doesn't believe me."