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.

entrusted by Mr. 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

hit harder than

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

rigid, her words

but Remy stepped back, causing her

warning you—don't you

yours exists

and your corpse would've rotted on

Mr. Justin's loyal

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

spun through the air

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

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 tears welled in her

you would hit a woman! " Her entire face—a fortune in plastic surgery and monthly maintenance

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

fortunate you're one of Mr.

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