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...

with a defiant glare, her

down fighting, Amber added, "All those days by Jameson's

were hell...

It's...

just death...

W-What's there...

Sheryl's face twisted in

Amber's

a god

I control everything here.

in a good mood, I might go

beg for death." Amber's eyes betrayed no emotion, a stoic

Fuming, Sheryl slapped her.

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

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

disgusting piece of shit!" Amber's lashes fluttered, and tears

her darkest fears, and hearing it from her

anyway."

Jimmy wasn't the

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

slammed shut, the deadbolt locking

her body paralyzed

blinking green light of the surveillance