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.

how you handle tasks entrusted by Mr. Justin? The unstoppable Remy, brought to his knees by a wild brat? Or did you let her go intentionally? Are you planning

curled

word betray hit harder than he

a thought, yet Shery]'s accusation stirred something

rigid, her words left a crack in

stepped back,

snarled, "Remy, I'm warning you—don't

exists only because of Mr.

devoured you, and your corpse would've rotted on the

Justin's loyal

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

spun through the air before

Remy's glacial stare

as ice, "If I'm a dog, what does that make you? Nothing but a powerless bitch, all bark and no substance." Sheryl's hands shot to

can't believe you would hit a woman! " Her entire face—a fortune in plastic surgery

like a concussion, pain blazed white-hot across

you're one

words alone would have been enough reason to slit