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.”

saving Angelina. Her courage warded off any lingering fear. “I won’t run away if you promise to keep Angie safe. I can give

glance at

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

“Got her?”

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

to the man,

Jameson Schmidt want you to kill her

just wanted me

the other end chuckled. “Well, Mr. Schmidt is the best at the game

he doesn’t need me to kill, am I free to go after I brought the

Assist Mr. Schmidt to the best

flatly,

office building. She grappled with mixed emotions, knowing

guided her through the building, but they miraculously did not run into anyone. Someone