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

held the report with a fierce

escape had left him no time

suspected he had left something behind, and her

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tied RC Biotechnology Research Institute to "Sir" but also hinted

pointed to

Amber knew she couldn't examine the

would have to wait until

content should

beneath her clothes, and

taken a

tall man, his presence exuding

oppressive mood was painfully

off

retreating step she took was mirrored by the man's

revealed his sharp, icy gaze and the cruel

as dread clawed

were

there could

were undoubtedly working for