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

Remy's gloved hands curled into fists, his

hit harder than he

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

stood tall and rigid, her words

Remy stepped back, causing

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

of yours exists only

would've devoured you, and your corpse would've rotted on the shore!

Justin's

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

spun through the air before slamming

are you calling a dog?" Remy's glacial stare

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

hit me! I can't believe you would hit a woman! " Her entire face—a fortune in plastic surgery and monthly maintenance that ran to tens of thousands—and now Remy's punch had left

what felt like a concussion, pain blazed white-hot across

fortunate you're one of Mr. Justin's

reason to slit your throat." Sheryl shuddered,