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

sure...

I can barely remember

with him? Do

rage, the look in Carl's eyes turned

have always been cautious whenever you carry out

mistakes. What

trying to say? Are you suspicious of me

have come to him alone last night. I was even

fingers through her dark hair. Her

hair stick... Her

after turning over the mattress,

was no sign of her silver hair stick at

have a clue about what was going on

Schmidt has already learned about

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

vicious gaze flashed across

were not able to kill Axel. That aside, you had even spent the entire night with

say about

drinking last night and

could you be

"You'd better have a good

Schmidt when we

"There's nothing to explain."

and said,

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

doesn't believe me."