Can’t Win Me Back

Jasper was reasonably worried. "She's failed her last mission. She might try again. After all, she's still

working for Jameson. We don't know what tricks she'll pull next time."

Axel snorted with a maniacal smile. "Hmph, no one could kill me."

Excruciating screams reverberated from the damp basement of The Millennium. Even Jameson's men

winced as they stood guard at the door.

Inside, a gory scene unfolded. Amber was chained by the wrists and hanging from the ceiling. Her frail

figure was covered only by a thin lace nightdress, the white fabric soaked in blood.

Once Jameson was tired from the whipping, he turned around and rested on the couch. He tossed the

whip to Carl and downed a glass of red wine.

Carl held the whip with trembling hands. "M-Mr. Schmidt, I..."

"Why? Can't bring yourself to whip her?" Jameson snickered maliciously. Behind his blood-stained

glasses hid his eyes with a chilling gleam. "Do you want to end up like her?"

bullet and approach Amber with the whip. "Ms. Altman, please

I can't go against

weakly and struggled to look up. "Don't hold back. Beat me

anyway."

upon hearing her remark. Approaching them in

and grabbed Amber by the neck, hissing, "Looks like you've fallen for

at her, he rolled and unclenched his fists multiple times. "Are

would give anything to live, but now, you're asking

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this life, and only I will decide

opened, she breathed shallowly as her

past, she would have explained herself to Jameson. Since her first encounter with him

else except for him, even when all he wanted was

now was futile. While she might manage to justify

gastric medication, there was no way she could conceal the truth about the romantic

even burned

Schmidt, calm down! You're going to