Can’t Win Me Back

The password to Jameson's room was Alyssa's birthday.

Jameson had always believed himself to be a devoted man, taking pride in that notion.

Yet, in Amber's eyes, his devotion was nothing more than a pathetic joke—a sentiment she couldn't help but detest.

Taking a steadying breath, Amber began rummaging through the drawers and shelves with swift precision.

Years of observation had taught her that Jameson had hidden several secret compartments in this room, places meant to conceal vital information.

Unless Jameson or Carl disclosed their existence, even the police might not have uncovered them.

After what felt like an eternity, sweat beading on her forehead, Amber discovered a hidden compartment beneath a floor sculpture.

As she pried the brick loose, her breath hitched.

Inside the compartment lay a waterproof plastic bag containing a document and a USB drive.

Amber retrieved the document.

Her heart raced as she realized its contents—a research report from Mosgravia's RC Biotechnology Research Institute.

It detailed the human drug experiments that Jameson and the enigmatic "Sir" had orchestrated—experiments that had horrified the nation.

the document was

Amber held the report with a fierce grip, her hands betraying the turmoil

had left him no time to erase his

always suspected he had left something

that 'Sir', but just look at this." Ultimately, Jameson maintained a contingency plan and a means of

only tied RC Biotechnology Research Institute to "Sir" but also

signs pointed

her discovery, Amber knew she couldn't examine the

would have to wait until

content should be

her

had barely taken a few steps

away was a tall

mood

pounded as she turned off

retreating step she took was

dim light revealed his sharp, icy gaze and the cruel expression etched

tightened as

she were ensnared by a devil from the

there could be no

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