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...

defiant glare, her

down fighting, Amber added, "All

were hell...

It's...

just death...

W-What's there...

face twisted in

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

am a

I control everything here.

I'm in a good mood, I

betrayed no emotion, a stoic defiance that only deepened

Fuming, Sheryl slapped her.

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

Axel and backed by the Taylor family, you think you've become someone important? If Axel saw

Amber's lashes

fears, and hearing it from

you since you won't escape this place anyway." Stroking Amber's tear-streaked face, she continued sinisterly,

wasn't the only

capable of." With that, Sheryl strode out like

slammed shut, the deadbolt locking with

lay motionless, her body

light of the