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.

Biotechnology Research Institute's seal, the document was indisputable proof of the institute's inhumane and

with a fierce grip,

left him no time to erase

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this." Ultimately, Jameson maintained a contingency plan and a

Biotechnology Research Institute to "Sir" but also hinted at

pointed

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

would have to wait until she was safely

content should be

concealed it beneath her clothes, and

had barely taken a few steps when

was a tall man, his presence exuding an air

oppressive mood was

turned off her flashlight and retreated

retreating step she took was mirrored by the man's

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

tightened as dread clawed

as though she were ensnared by a devil from

could be no

were undoubtedly working