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.

this how you handle tasks entrusted by Mr. Justin? The unstoppable Remy, brought to his knees by a wild brat? Or did you let her go intentionally? Are you planning to

hands curled into fists, his jaw

word betray hit harder than he

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

her words

stepped back, causing

"Remy, I'm warning

life of yours exists only because of Mr.

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

Mr. Justin's

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

dizzying blur as she spun through

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

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

you hit me! I can't believe you would hit a woman! " Her entire face—a fortune in plastic surgery and

fog of what felt like a

one of

have been enough reason to slit your throat." Sheryl shuddered,