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.

The unstoppable Remy, brought to his knees by a wild brat? Or did you let her go intentionally? Are you

Remy's gloved hands curled into

word betray hit harder than he cared to

yet Shery]'s accusation

he stood tall and rigid, her words left

his collar, but Remy stepped back, causing

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

worthless life of yours exists only because of Mr.

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

Justin's

to stray, I'll make sure your end is worse than being shark bait!" Before she could gloat further, a sharp pain exploded across her

blur as she spun through

Remy's

but a powerless bitch, all bark and no substance." Sheryl's hands shot

you 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

fog of what felt like a concussion, pain blazed

yourself fortunate you're one of

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