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 intentionally? Are

hands curled

betray hit harder

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

he stood tall and rigid, her words left a crack

Remy stepped

I'm warning you—don't

life of yours exists

you, and your corpse would've

Mr. Justin's

than being shark

world became a dizzying blur as she spun through the air before slamming into

calling a dog?" Remy's

make you? Nothing but a powerless bitch, all bark and no substance." Sheryl's hands shot

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 blazed white-hot

fortunate you're one of Mr. Justin's

to slit your throat." Sheryl shuddered, momentarily forgetting