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.

his knees by a wild brat? Or did you let her go intentionally?

Remy's gloved hands curled into fists,

betray hit harder than he cared to

had never entertained such a thought, yet Shery]'s

and rigid, her words left a crack

but Remy stepped back, causing her to lurch forward and

I'm warning you—don't

of yours exists only

would've devoured you, and your corpse

Mr. Justin's loyal

sure your end is worse than being shark

world became a dizzying blur as she spun through

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

as he spoke, each word sharp as ice, "If I'm a dog, what does that make you? Nothing but a powerless bitch, all bark and

fortune in plastic surgery and monthly maintenance that ran to tens of

the fog of what felt like a concussion, pain blazed

you're one of

to slit your throat." Sheryl shuddered, momentarily forgetting