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 a wild brat? Or did you let her

curled into fists, his

word betray hit harder than he cared

thought, yet Shery]'s accusation

he stood tall and rigid, her

emboldened, reached for his collar, but Remy stepped back, causing her to lurch

I'm warning

worthless life of yours exists

sharks would've devoured you, and your corpse

Mr. Justin's

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

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

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

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

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 her nose

like a concussion, pain blazed white-hot across her

one

enough reason to slit your throat." Sheryl shuddered,