Can’t Win Me Back

Angelina glared at the door with a threatening gleam in her eyes. She raised her arm, pointing her gun at the man who barged into the villa.

Right as she was about to pull the trigger, the intruder swiftly kicked her weapon away. The pain in her hand caused her to sweat over the forehead.

Before she had a chance to breathe, she snatched a fruit knife from the coffee table and aimed it at his chest. The two engaged in a hair-raising battle.

Angelina was trained in Close Quarters Combat, a technique learned by assassins, from a young age. However, she gradually found herself weakening after ten rounds of fighting with the devilish intruder, who was a killing machine.

She narrowly missed a few of his fatal attacks, nearly getting her throat slit.

Soon, the intruder figured out the flaw in her technique and attacked her accordingly. He pinned

weren’t enough, the intruder stabbed her in the left leg with

Group acts in the way you do!” The excruciating pain made her see stars. Even then, she did not cry and beg for mercy. Gritting

questioned, “Who sent you? Who are you

remained silent in the face of her interrogation. As a professional assassin, he always strove to

Rubbing her eyes, she slowly sat up in bed, only for silence to return, as though everything that had happened was

her jacket, hugged her teddy bear, and slowly made

she could see was Remy sitting carelessly on the couch and

her breath, she felt her legs