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?"

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

sure...

I can barely remember

with him? Do you know who

the look

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

mistakes. What happened this time? This is so

say? Are you suspicious of me right

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

fingers through her dark

stick... Her

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

her silver hair stick

was going on with her. He simply

that Mr. Schmidt has already learned about

I had the capability to find you? It was Mr. Schmidt

across Amber's mind. Her

not able to kill Axel. That aside, you had even spent the

say about

out from drinking last night and that

could you be so

anxious sigh. He said, "You'd better

Mr. Schmidt when we

"There's nothing to explain."

She crushed the medicine box and said, "I have been by Mr. Schmidt's side for

years. He should very well know what kind of a

doesn't believe me."