Can’t Win Me Back

With a piercing gaze, Sheryl glared at Remy, who stood in front of her car with an air of frigidity around him.

The temptation to ram her car into the crestfallen man was almost irresistible, but she didn't dare.

Remy was Justin's right-hand man, and even her audacity had limits.

Instead, Sheryl pulled her white coat snugly around her, stepped out of the car with feigned composure, and strode toward him.

Hostility crackled between them as their eyes locked.

Sheryl broke the silence.

"Remy, is there nothing you'd like to update me about?" she asked with a sinister look in her eyes.

Stiffly, Remy asked, "Where did you take that woman?" "How shameless of you to question me.

Mr. Justin was wise to send me as backup.

Otherwise, Amber would have escaped without a trace!" Gritting her teeth, Sheryl took a step closer to Remy.

Justin? The unstoppable Remy, brought to his knees by

gloved hands curled into

word betray hit harder than he

a thought, yet Shery]'s accusation stirred something deep

and rigid, her words left a crack

Remy stepped back, causing her

snarled, "Remy, I'm warning you—don't you dare try anything

life of yours exists

you, and your corpse would've rotted on the shore! "So, know

Mr. Justin's

your end is worse than being shark bait!" Before she could gloat further, a

she spun through the air before slamming into the

a dog?" Remy's glacial stare fell

sharp as ice, "If I'm a dog, what does that make you? Nothing but a powerless bitch, all

in plastic surgery and monthly maintenance that ran to tens of thousands—and now Remy's punch had left her

what felt like a concussion, pain blazed white-hot across

yourself fortunate you're one

words alone would have been enough reason to slit your