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.

seal, the document was indisputable

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

time

he had left something behind, and her intuition had been

just look at this." Ultimately, Jameson maintained a contingency

Research Institute to "Sir" but

pointed

discovery, Amber knew she couldn't examine the

to wait until

should be

it beneath her clothes,

barely taken a few steps when she

a tall man, his presence exuding an air of

oppressive mood was painfully

pounded as she turned off

step she took was mirrored

sharp, icy gaze and

tightened as dread clawed

around her felt suffocating, as though she were ensnared by a

realized there could be

and Sheryl were