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.

unstoppable Remy, brought to his knees by a wild brat? Or did you let her go

hands curled into

betray hit harder

yet

and rigid, her words left a crack

collar, but Remy stepped back, causing her to lurch forward and stumble

she snarled, "Remy, I'm warning

life of yours exists only because

mercy, the sharks would've devoured you, and

Justin's loyal

you 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 her

she spun through the air before slamming

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

but a powerless bitch, all bark and no substance." Sheryl's hands shot

would hit a woman! " Her entire face—a fortune in plastic surgery and monthly maintenance that ran to tens of

a concussion, pain blazed white-hot

one of

reason to slit your throat." Sheryl shuddered, momentarily