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.

there was no escape. The moment Jameson aimed the gun, he had known about her betrayal.

nature, he wanted the woman—whom he had raised and molded into Alyssa's doppelganger—to beg for mercy before him. Resentment aside, he enjoyed the adrenaline rush

a complete psycho—a despicable

"I informed Angelina of Lauren's whereabouts. There's no point in justifying

also meant she would never

tightened his grip on the gun. His chest

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

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