Can’t Win Me Back

Lauren’s phone was confiscated, and she was asked to get into a car. Drenched in cold sweat, her petite frame trembled as she stood beside Remy, desperately clutching her teddy bear.

In the face of unknown danger, she did not cry or make a fuss. Neither did she beg Remy to spare her. Instead, she stood there like a lovely, vulnerable doll open to abuse, which only evoked pity.

Before leaving the villa, Remy stole two more apples. This time, he munched on one of them while handing Lauren the other.

He asked, “Do you want one?”

She slowly raised her head. Her cheeks and lips were pallid. Strands of her hair clung onto her cheek from all the sweating. She replied in a soft voice, “Did the Harper Group… make you pick me up?”

He silently withdrew the apple he had offered her.

“Are you going to kill me?” she questioned.

To that, he replied sinisterly, “Slash slash.”

Angie trouble if I’m your target.” Lauren felt more determined and brave at the thought of saving Angelina. Her courage warded off any lingering fear. “I won’t run away if you promise to keep Angie safe. I can give my life

cast a careless glance at her and pressed his lips

an incoming call. After stealing a quick glance at the screen, he answered the call with a hint

“Got her?”

was about to listen closely, Remy vigilantly switched the phone to another side to stop her from

to

want you

He just wanted me to bring her

Mr. Schmidt is the

to kill,

to the best of your ability. Take all of

flatly,

office building. She grappled with mixed emotions, knowing

building, but they miraculously did not run into anyone.