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 RC Biotechnology Research Institute's seal, the document was indisputable proof of the institute's inhumane

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

him no time to erase his

something behind, and her intuition had been

look at this." Ultimately, Jameson maintained

not only tied RC Biotechnology Research Institute to "Sir" but

pointed to

knew she couldn't examine the USB's contents

wait

should

her clothes, and hurried out of The

had barely taken a few

a tall man, his presence exuding an

oppressive mood was

she turned off her flashlight and retreated step

took was

sharp, icy gaze

tightened as dread clawed at

around her felt suffocating, as though she were ensnared by a devil from the depths

could be no coincidence

Sheryl were undoubtedly