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 a

curled into fists,

betray hit harder than he cared

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

rigid, her words left a crack

his collar, but Remy stepped back, causing her to lurch forward

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

worthless life of yours exists only because of Mr.

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

Mr. Justin's

dare to stray, I'll make sure your end is worse than being shark bait!"

spun through

a dog?" Remy's glacial stare fell on

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 no substance." Sheryl's hands shot

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

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

yourself fortunate you're one of

alone would have been enough reason to slit your throat." Sheryl shuddered, momentarily forgetting