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.”

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

at her and

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

said to the

you to kill her

me to bring her

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

still looking impassive, wondered, “Since he doesn’t need me to kill, am I free

the best of

flatly,

was brought to the Harper Group office building. She grappled

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