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?"

was heavy and painful. She held her head as

sure...

much to drink. I can barely remember what

even had drinks with him? Do

his rage, the look in Carl's eyes

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

Schmidt. You hardly ever make any mistakes. What

suspicious of me right now? If there were something between

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

her dark hair.

stick... Her hair

the bedroom. Even after turning

was no sign of her silver hair

Carl didn't have a clue about what was going on with her. He simply went on,

already learned about

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

gaze flashed across Amber's mind. Her heart

able to kill Axel. That aside, you had even spent the entire night with him? What do

say about

drinking last night and

you

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

to Mr. Schmidt when

"There's nothing to explain."

crushed the medicine box and said, "I

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

doesn't believe me."