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 document

with a fierce grip, her hands betraying the

had left him no time to erase his tracks at The

left something

look at this." Ultimately, Jameson maintained

tied RC Biotechnology Research Institute to "Sir"

pointed

exhilarated by her discovery, Amber knew she couldn't examine the USB's contents without

to wait until she was safely

should be

rolled the document, concealed it beneath her

a few steps when she

away was a tall man, his

mood was

heart pounded as she turned off her flashlight and retreated step

step she took was mirrored by the

revealed his sharp, icy gaze and the cruel

tightened as dread clawed at

around her felt suffocating, as though she were ensnared

could be no

Sheryl were undoubtedly working