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.

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

curled into fists, his jaw

betray hit harder than he

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

he stood tall and rigid, her words left a crack

but Remy stepped back,

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

exists only because of Mr.

mercy, the sharks would've devoured you, and

Justin's loyal

dare to stray, I'll make sure your end is worse than being shark bait!" Before she could gloat further, a sharp pain exploded across

a dizzying blur as she spun through the air before slamming

are you calling a dog?" Remy's glacial stare fell on Sheryl's crumpled

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

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

one of Mr. Justin's

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