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 wild brat? Or did you let her go intentionally?

curled into fists, his jaw

harder than

such a thought, yet Shery]'s accusation stirred something deep

her words left a crack in

reached for his collar, but Remy stepped back, causing her to

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

worthless life of yours exists only because of Mr.

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

Mr. Justin's

I'll make sure your end is worse than being shark bait!"

became a dizzying blur as she spun through

dog?" Remy's

as he spoke, each 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

face—a fortune in plastic surgery and monthly maintenance that ran to tens of thousands—and now Remy's

felt like a

yourself fortunate you're one of Mr. Justin's

would have been enough reason to slit your throat."