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 chest heaving

Amber added, "All those

were hell...

It's...

just death...

W-What's there...

fear?" Sheryl's face twisted in

Grabbing Amber's chin, she hissed, "Listen

a god

I control everything here.

I'm in a good mood, I might go easy on

eyes betrayed no emotion,

Fuming, Sheryl slapped her.

hell with Jameson! He was just one of Sir's lackeys, and you?

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

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

and hearing it from her amplified its

anyway." Stroking Amber's tear-streaked face, she continued sinisterly, "1 killed

Jimmy wasn't

what I'm capable of." With that, Sheryl

the

her body paralyzed

of the surveillance camera in the