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.

Justin? The unstoppable Remy, brought to his knees by a wild brat? Or

gloved hands curled into fists, his jaw

betray hit harder than he cared to

entertained such a thought, yet Shery]'s accusation

and rigid, her words left a crack in his

his collar, but Remy stepped back, causing her to lurch

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

yours exists only because of Mr.

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

Justin's loyal

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

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

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

Nothing but a powerless bitch, all bark and no substance." Sheryl's hands shot to her

fortune in plastic surgery and monthly maintenance that ran to tens of thousands—and

what felt like a concussion,

fortunate you're one of

words alone would have been enough reason to