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?"

held her head as

sure...

to drink. I can barely

drinks with him? Do

look

years, you have always been cautious whenever

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

you suspicious of me right now?

come to him alone last night.

through her

stick... Her hair

Even after turning over the mattress, the couch,

of her

have a clue about what was going on with her. He simply went on, "I'm

has already learned

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

vicious gaze flashed across Amber's

you had even spent the entire night with

say

said that you blacked out from drinking last night and that nothing happened

could you be so

out an anxious sigh. He said, "You'd better have a good think about how you're going

to Mr. Schmidt when we

"There's nothing to explain."

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

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

doesn't believe me."