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?"

no choice but to bite the bullet and approach Amber with the whip. "Ms. Altman,

I can't go against

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

anyway."

her remark. Approaching

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

unclenched his fists multiple times.

You would give anything to live,

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this life, and only I will

shallowly as her face turned

herself to Jameson. Since her first

else except for him, even when all he wanted was to

was futile. While she might manage

gastric medication, there was no way she could conceal

Jameson had even burned the box of gastric medicine

was scared stiff. "M-Mr. Schmidt, calm down!