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.

looked

Her honesty startled Carl.

bring himself to say what he had wanted

I don't

yours." Amber's long lashes fluttered

bit her lip,

wanted to go out tonight only because

birthday is

have

"T want to...

present as a token of my appreciation."

been drowning in work

Amber's reminder, he

an important occasion! "I've given it a lot of thought while I've been

Mr.

the side of the road

me out of that living hell, I would

"And you, Carlton...

grow from a

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

and tears welled up in her eyes, evoking a strong sense of protectiveness

betrayed both of

would really be an

deserve even to

only survive

Schmidt is doing well.

an escort, a woman like me isn't

don't have the ability to

at all." She reasoned with

cheeks, making

heart ached

fragile side of

rushed through

a desire for this woman, whose