Can’t Win Me Back

A look of shock flashed across Amber’s eyes. She stated, “According to the rules, The Millennium does not take in customers without a reservation.”

“But Mr. Moses just called. He would like us to host Mr. Landon.” The subordinate lowered his voice.

“Not only that, Mr. Moses would want you to monitor Mr. Landon’s movements tonight. Make a copy of the security footage as evidence if anything unusual occurs.”

Amber, who had served Jameson for many years, instantly understood his intentions. She coldly replied, “Got it.”

She shifted her attention back to the screen after the subordinate left. She watched as Landon’s car entered the underground parking, followed by his entourage of luxury cars.

Oddly, the cars came to a stop in the darkness without taking further action.

Despite that, Amber had a feeling that their inactivity was merely the calm before the storm.

drunk to walk straight. Legs limp and slurring, he

through the middle of the parking lot. He instinctively

of car tires echoed in the

“M-Mr. Preston, look out!”

the realization, a black Bentley had barrelled in his direction, showing no intention of

everyone else scampered away; none

Stop! Don’t come at me! Argh!”

braked when it was about one foot away from Preston. The car hood collided against his round belly, full from

the air, he staggered backward for a few feet before

shot through Preston’s body. The delicacies that he enjoyed for dinner came up

While vomiting, he retreated. He then yelled at his men, “What are you doing there? Fucking

he was speaking, ten fighters, clad in black and armed with knives, surrounded Preston and his men. Angelina, lovely but murderous, stepped out of the darkness and showed herself in