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.

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

hands curled into

harder than he

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

and rigid, her words left a crack in his

reached for his collar, but Remy stepped

I'm warning you—don't you

of yours exists only because

devoured you, and

Justin's

is worse than being shark bait!" Before she could gloat further, a sharp pain exploded across

as she spun through the air before slamming into the

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

he spoke, each word sharp as ice, "If I'm a dog, what does that make you? Nothing but a powerless

fortune in plastic surgery and monthly maintenance that ran to tens of thousands—and now Remy's punch had left her nose

like a concussion, pain blazed white-hot

one of Mr. Justin's

alone would have been enough reason to slit your throat." Sheryl shuddered, momentarily forgetting