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.

Mr. Justin? The unstoppable Remy, brought to his knees by a

gloved hands curled

harder than he cared

thought, yet Shery]'s accusation stirred something

he stood tall and rigid, her words left a

stepped back, causing her to lurch forward

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

life of yours exists only

for his mercy, the sharks would've devoured you, and your corpse would've rotted on the shore! "So,

Justin's

sure your end is worse than being shark bait!" Before she

she spun through the air before slamming into

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

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 tears welled in her

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 Remy's punch had left

the fog of what felt like a concussion, pain

you're one of Mr.

reason to slit your throat."