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?"

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

sure...

too much to drink. I can barely remember what happened

had drinks with him? Do you know

look in Carl's

years, you have always been cautious

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

to say? Are you suspicious of me right now? If

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

weaved her fingers through her dark hair. Her

stick... Her

into the bedroom. Even after turning over

was no sign of her silver hair

Carl didn't have a clue about what was going

already learned about how you and

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

gaze flashed across Amber's

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

say

from drinking last night and that nothing happened between

could you be so

an anxious sigh. He said, "You'd better have a good

Schmidt

"There's nothing to explain."

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

a person I am. There's nothing

doesn't believe me."