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 inhumane and illegal

and shaken, Amber held the report with a fierce

had left him no time to erase his tracks at The

had always suspected he had left something behind, and

at this." Ultimately, Jameson maintained a

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Amber knew she

have to wait until she was safely

content should

document, concealed it beneath her clothes, and hurried

taken a few steps when

a short distance away was a tall man, his presence exuding an air

oppressive mood

off her flashlight and retreated

she took was mirrored by the man's

sharp, icy gaze and the cruel expression etched

tightened as dread clawed

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

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