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?"

her head as she

sure...

had too much to drink. I can barely remember

had drinks with him? Do you know

look in Carl's

years, you have always been cautious whenever

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

you trying to say? Are you suspicious of

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

her fingers through her dark

stick... Her hair

bedroom. Even after turning

no sign of her silver hair

clue about what was going on with her.

you. It's just that Mr. Schmidt has already learned about how you and Axel went

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

gaze flashed across

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

say about

out from drinking last night

you be

better have a good think about how you're going to

to Mr. Schmidt when we get

"There's nothing to explain."

and said, "I have been

of a person I am. There's nothing

doesn't believe me."