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.”

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

careless glance at

After stealing a quick glance

“Got her?”

her. When she was about to listen

said to the man,

want you to

He just wanted me to bring her

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

need me to kill, am I free to

Mr. Schmidt to the best of your ability.

replied flatly, “Of

brought to the Harper Group office building. She grappled with mixed emotions, knowing she was in the same vicinity as

into anyone. Someone had clearly