Can’t Win Me Back

Amber's heart pounded against her ribcage as her organs contorted in fear. Despite the panic, she did not betray a hint of emotion. She owed her exceptional mental fortitude to the training administered by Jameson, which she now employed against him.

In her silence, he grinned maliciously and advanced slowly toward her. All of a sudden, he produced a gun from his waist and pressed the muzzle against her sweaty forehead.

"M-Mr. Schmidt!" Carl turned pale at the sight as his heart leaped into his throat.

"Amber Altman, were you the traitor? Answer me," he confronted her word-by-word with a murderous look in his eyes.

She stared into his eyes but remained silent.

veins in his hands bulging in anger. "Yes," Amber admitted, knowing there was no escape. The moment Jameson aimed the gun, he had known about

Alyssa's doppelganger—to beg for mercy before him. Resentment aside, he enjoyed the

was a complete

gaze, she confessed, "I informed Angelina

would liberate her, yet it also meant she would

tightened his grip on the gun. His chest rose and

Amber closed her eyes in despair. Her heart nearly stopped. Then, she heard the click of the trigger, followed by a

Jameson laughing uproariously, even pulling the trigger a few times at her. "Pfft... I was fooling with you!