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 and

the report with a fierce grip, her hands

time to erase

something behind, and her intuition had been

that 'Sir', but just look at this." Ultimately, Jameson

RC Biotechnology Research Institute to

pointed to

knew she couldn't examine the USB's contents

to wait until she was

content should be absolutely

it beneath her clothes, and hurried out

barely taken a few steps when she

was a tall man,

oppressive mood

off

step she took was mirrored by

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

tightened as dread clawed

though she were ensnared by a

realized there could be no coincidence

Sheryl were undoubtedly