Can’t Win Me Back

"Ms. Altman, it's been a while. You still look as lovely as before," the man complimented Amber with a gentle smile. Amber looked stoic and cold. She lowered her gaze and replied humbly, "Sir, thanks for the compliment."

"You're indeed a woman groomed by Mr. Schmidt. You're gentle, demure, and gracious. Sometimes, I feel that you're Alyssa Taylor herself. You're the best substitute I've ever seen."

Amber kept her silence, but she looked glum. By describing her as a substitute, all his prior compliments sounded sarcastic to her.

Jameson did not continue on that topic. Instead, he opened the box and revealed the antique vase to the man. "This is a Wiktorian-era pink frosted vase I got for you from a Yoarkley auction. It's nothing special. I hope you don't mind it."

Sheryl lifted a brow in amusement. She had been keeping an eye on the vase for her employer. In the end, an anonymous buyer won the bid with 50 million dollars. She had not expected the buyer to be Jameson.

She thought, "Mr. Schmidt is indeed a thoughtful lapdog.”

The man nodded softly. "Mr. Schmidt, that's very thoughtful of you. I'll need your help on drug DAD0044." Jameson nodded at him. "Don't worry. I'll give it my best."

and Amber left, silence fell on the

think is prettier—my face that you sculpted or Amber's that resembles Alyssa Taylor?" Sheryl gently placed her hand on the

kneeled in front of him. Then,

substitute that Jameson Schmidt created to satisfy his desire." The man leaned forward and placed a finger under her

slowly. "You are just you. You're a work of art

deity who categorized the beings in the world

his leg. "I

the best way to manipulate a man is by gaining his sympathy. I'm

man chuckled. "No,

to keep Betty Beckett in the family. Why don't you reveal the secret and get