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.”

determined and brave at the thought of saving Angelina. Her courage warded off any lingering fear. “I won’t run away

merely cast a careless glance at her and pressed

After stealing a quick glance at the screen, he answered the call with a

“Got her?”

was about to listen closely, Remy vigilantly switched the phone to

said to

want you to kill

just wanted me to

end chuckled. “Well, Mr. Schmidt is the

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

yet. Assist Mr. Schmidt to the best of your ability. Take all of

flatly, “Of

office building. She grappled with mixed emotions,

anyone. Someone had clearly made arrangements to sneak her