Can’t Win Me Back

It had been half a month since Jameson was hospitalized for treatment.

Carl helped him with handling the matters at Schmidt Group.

However, he was too busy to keep an eye on the matters at The Millennium.

No matter how much he distrusted Amber, the business was back in her hands.

She managed the company on his behalf for some time.

Even so, Jameson had never stopped monitoring her, not even for a single moment.

Other than when she went to the toilet, to shower, or when she was asleep, her every move was being watched.

Furthermore, she couldn't even take a single step out of The Millennium.

As long as she couldn't leave, she wouldn't be able to get her hands on the important evidence that Wesley had hidden.

If she couldn't retrieve it, Wesley would have sacrificed himself for nothing! This was the period when Jameson was absent.

It could also be her only chance.

Even if she might end up sacrificing herself, she needed to get that evidence! Hence, tonight, Amber wore an inconspicuous outfit.

She was prepared to seize this opportunity to leave The Millennium.

Unfortunately, it wasn't her lucky day.

She ran into Carl, who had returned to retrieve some items for Jameson.

They ran into each other in a dark corridor.

The tension in the air was so intense that it made Amber feel suffocated.

"Where are you off to, Amber?" Carl stared at her with a grim look in his eyes.

It sent shivers down her spine, as if a dangerous predator lurked behind them, poised to strike.

"IT want to go out." Amber's clothes were drenched in cold sweat.

she looked calm and

Her honesty startled Carl.

to say what he had wanted to

that I don't

Amber's long lashes

bit her lip,

to go out tonight only

is

don't have any other

"T want to...

him a present as a token of my

had been drowning in

it weren't for Amber's reminder, he had almost forgotten about Jameson's

important occasion! "I've given it a

Mr.

found me on the side of the

of that living hell,

"And you, Carlton...

grow from a

been of great help to me, and you've always treated

nose was red, and tears welled up in her eyes, evoking a

betrayed both of

really

deserve even to

can only survive

Schmidt is doing well.

other than being an escort, a woman

have the ability

all."

flowed down her cheeks, making him pity

ached for

and fragile side

rushed through his

desire for this woman, whose growth he had witnessed since