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.

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

gloved hands curled into fists,

hit harder than he cared to

thought, yet

tall and rigid, her words left

emboldened, reached for his collar, but Remy stepped

warning you—don't

of yours exists only because of

you, and your corpse would've

Mr. Justin's loyal

your end is worse than being shark

a dizzying blur as she spun through the air

a dog?" Remy's glacial stare fell on

fists tightened 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 to her bloodied nose as

I can't believe you would hit a woman! " Her entire face—a fortune in plastic surgery and monthly maintenance that ran to tens of thousands—and now

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

you're one

enough reason to slit your