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.

RC Biotechnology Research Institute's seal, the document was indisputable proof of

held the report with a fierce grip, her hands

had left him no time to erase his

suspected he had left something behind, and her

loyalty to that 'Sir', but just look at this." Ultimately, Jameson maintained a contingency plan and a

Institute to "Sir"

pointed

exhilarated by her discovery, Amber knew she

wait until she was safely

should be absolutely

her clothes, and hurried out

had barely taken a

short distance away was a tall man, his presence exuding

oppressive mood

off her flashlight and

was mirrored by the

sharp, icy gaze and the cruel expression etched on

tightened as dread clawed

as though she were ensnared by a devil from

there could be no coincidence

were undoubtedly working