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

sure...

too much to drink. I can

even had drinks with him?

rage, the look

all these years, you have always

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

say? Are you suspicious of me right now? If there were something between

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

her

hair stick...

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

her silver hair

have a clue about what was going on with her.

already learned about

had the capability to find you? It was Mr.

flashed across Amber's mind. Her

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

say about

from drinking last night and that nothing

you be so

"You'd better have a good think about

Mr. Schmidt when we get

"There's nothing to explain."

blinked. She crushed the medicine box and said, "I

years. He should very well know what kind of a person I am. There's nothing I can do if

doesn't believe me."