Can’t Win Me Back

Hell on Earth? This place resembled a decrepit hospital.

But why had Sheryl described it as "hell on Earth"? Amber's body convulsed uncontrollably, her consciousness flickering between clarity and haze.

Fragments of memory surfaced —a dim recollection of drinking with Carl in the cellar after The Millennium's closure.

She'd despised working with Carl but had cozied up to him for the sake of extracting information.

Carl had revealed that "Sir" was deeply entrenched in the pharmaceutical industry.

With connections to Mosgravia's government officials and elite circles, "Sir" wielded considerable power and ran a thriving business.

Since his business revolved around pharmaceuticals, clinical trials were inevitable.

To facilitate this, Sir owned a private hospital in Mosgravia.

That hospital, however, was merely a facade.

Beneath its sterile exterior, three basement levels housed patients—unwilling subjects for experimental drugs.

Amber shivered.

This place bore an uncanny resemblance to Carl's grim description.

Could this be where Justin and Sheryl conducted their drug experiments? Scoffing through her labored breaths, Amber mustered a response.

"Hell on Earth? D-Did you think...

I'd be...

She fixed Shery] with a defiant glare,

fighting, Amber added, "All

were hell...

It's...

just death...

W-What's there...

face twisted

dreams!" Grabbing Amber's chin, she hissed, "Listen carefully, you

am a god

I control everything here.

good mood, I might go easy on

Amber's eyes betrayed no emotion, a stoic defiance that

Fuming, Sheryl slapped her.

one of Sir's lackeys, and you? You're nothing but a

Axel and backed by the Taylor family, you think you've become someone important? If Axel saw how you served the other men, he'd never want

of shit!" Amber's lashes fluttered, and tears slid down her

and hearing it from her amplified

things I can share with you since you won't escape this place anyway." Stroking Amber's tear-streaked face, she continued sinisterly, "1 killed Jameson." Amber's eyes widened

wasn't the

have no idea what I'm capable of." With that, Sheryl strode out like a victor, flanked

heavy metal doors slammed shut, the deadbolt locking

motionless, her body paralyzed

gazed at the blinking green light of the surveillance