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.

Remy, brought to his knees by

hands curled into fists, his

hit harder

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

rigid, her words left a crack

stepped

"Remy, I'm warning you—don't you

of yours exists only

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

Justin's

stray, I'll make sure your end is worse than being shark bait!" Before she could gloat further, a

a dizzying blur as she spun

dog?" Remy's glacial

does that make you? Nothing but a powerless bitch, all bark and no substance." Sheryl's hands shot to her bloodied nose as

Her entire face—a fortune in plastic surgery and monthly maintenance that ran to tens of thousands—and

like a concussion, pain blazed

one of

alone would have been enough reason to