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 proof of the institute's

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

left him no time

left something behind, and her intuition

this." Ultimately, Jameson maintained a contingency plan

RC Biotechnology Research Institute to "Sir"

signs pointed to

discovery, Amber knew she couldn't examine the USB's contents

wait until she

content should be

the document, concealed it beneath her clothes, and hurried out

barely taken a few

was a tall

mood

off her

took was mirrored

sharp, icy gaze and the cruel

as

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

realized there could be

were undoubtedly