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

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

escape had left him no time to erase

had always suspected he had left something behind, and her intuition had been

this." Ultimately, Jameson maintained a contingency plan

tied RC Biotechnology Research Institute

pointed to

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

have to wait until she was

should

her clothes, and hurried out of

had barely taken a few steps

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

oppressive mood

as she turned off her flashlight and retreated

step she took was

revealed his sharp, icy gaze and the

tightened as

felt suffocating, as though she were ensnared

there could be no

and Sheryl were undoubtedly working for