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...

a defiant glare, her chest

Amber added, "All those

were hell...

It's...

just death...

W-What's there...

Sheryl's face twisted

just death? In your dreams!" Grabbing Amber's chin, she hissed, "Listen

a god

I control everything here.

I'm in a good mood, I might go

I'll make you beg for death." Amber's eyes betrayed no emotion, a stoic defiance that only deepened Sheryl's

Fuming, Sheryl slapped her.

Jameson! He was just one of Sir's lackeys, and you? You're nothing but a

backed by the Taylor family, you think you've become someone important? If Axel saw how you served the other men, he'd

shit!" Amber's lashes fluttered, and tears

her darkest fears, and hearing it from her amplified its

things I can share with you since you won't escape this place anyway." Stroking Amber's

Jimmy wasn't the

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

metal doors slammed shut, the deadbolt locking with a menacing

lay motionless, her body paralyzed

light of the