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.

he was too drunk to walk straight. Legs limp and slurring, he did not once stop cursing out the Harper lineage, including Cornelius and Landon. He seemed to have momentarily forgotten

and his men when they shuffled through the middle of

sound of

“M-Mr. Preston, look out!”

in his direction, showing

else scampered away;

come at me! Argh!” A chilling scream pierced

away from Preston. The car hood collided against his round belly, full

air, he staggered backward for a few feet before falling hard

that he enjoyed for dinner came up his throat as he

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

surrounded Preston and his men. Angelina, lovely but murderous, stepped out of the darkness