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

a

hasty escape had left him no time

left something behind, and her intuition had been

you claimed loyalty to that 'Sir', but just look at this." Ultimately,

Research Institute to "Sir" but

signs pointed to

exhilarated by her discovery, Amber knew she couldn't examine the USB's

have to wait until she

content should be absolutely

her clothes, and hurried out

had barely taken a few

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

mood was

off her flashlight and retreated

retreating step she took was mirrored

light revealed his sharp, icy gaze and the cruel expression etched on his

as dread clawed at

were ensnared by a devil from the

there could

and Sheryl were undoubtedly