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.

Institute's seal, the document was indisputable proof

the report with a fierce

him no time to erase his tracks at

left something behind, and her

that 'Sir', but just look at this." Ultimately, Jameson maintained

Institute to

pointed to

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

wait

should be

the document, concealed it beneath her clothes, and hurried out of

barely taken a few steps when

was a tall man, his presence exuding an air

oppressive mood was

pounded as she turned off her flashlight and retreated

step she took was mirrored

sharp, icy gaze and the cruel expression etched on his

tightened as dread clawed

she were ensnared by a devil

there could be

Sheryl were undoubtedly