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 wild brat? Or did you let her go intentionally? Are you

Remy's gloved hands curled into fists, his jaw

harder

such a thought, yet

tall and rigid, her words left

stepped back, causing her to lurch

warning

yours exists only because of

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

Mr. Justin's loyal

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

dizzying blur as she spun through the air before slamming into

calling a dog?" Remy's glacial stare fell

"If I'm a dog, what does that make you? Nothing but a powerless bitch, all bark and

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

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

one of

have been enough reason to slit your throat."