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.

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report with a fierce grip,

hasty escape had left him no time to

always suspected he had left something

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Biotechnology Research Institute to "Sir" but also hinted

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

would have to wait until she was

should be absolutely

it beneath her clothes, and hurried out of The

a

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

oppressive mood was

she turned off her

took was

icy gaze

throat tightened as dread

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

realized there could be no

were undoubtedly working