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

sure...

had too much to drink. I can barely remember what

drinks with him? Do you know who

his rage, the look

you have always been cautious whenever

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

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

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

fingers through her dark hair.

hair stick... Her hair

bedroom. Even after turning over the mattress, the

sign of her silver hair

clue about what was going

already learned about how you

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

across

Axel. That aside, you had even spent the entire night with him?

to say about

from drinking last night and that nothing

you be

He said, "You'd better have a good think about how you're

Schmidt when we

"There's nothing to explain."

and said, "I have been by Mr. Schmidt's

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

doesn't believe me."