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.

brought to his knees by a wild brat? Or did you let her go intentionally? Are you planning to

gloved hands curled into

word betray hit harder than

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

stood tall and rigid, her words

Remy stepped back, causing her to lurch

I'm warning you—don't you dare try

life of yours exists only because of Mr.

for his mercy, the sharks would've devoured you, and your corpse would've rotted on the shore! "So,

Mr. Justin's loyal

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

as she spun through

you calling a dog?" Remy's glacial stare fell

a dog, what does that make you? Nothing but a powerless bitch, all bark and no substance." Sheryl's

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

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

yourself fortunate you're one of Mr. Justin's

to slit your throat." Sheryl shuddered, momentarily forgetting