Can’t Win Me Back by Ginger Sue

Yet, for Amber, all those garments served only to gratify Jameson's visual desires and subsequently shed for the pleasure of other men.

Was there anyone who really cared or worried for her? Was there?

That said, there was no turning back for her. She no longer had any right to choose.

She and Axel were destined to be enemies. They were also fated to be people from two different worlds.

Amber took a deep breath, then wiped away the tear from the corner of her eye.

Just as she was about to shut the door, a hand suddenly appeared and held onto the side of the door. Through the gap, she noticed a pair of dark and familiar eyes!

"Carl?" Amber felt her chest tighten. She immediately hid the gastric medication behind her back.

"You are still alive, Ms. Altman. Thank heavens!"

Carl forced the door open and stormed into the room, slamming Amber to the wall in the process.

Following behind him were two other subordinates. They entered the room and pulled out their guns silently. The crafty looks on their faces were like those of the special agents in spy movies.

Amber spoke up coldly, "Axel is not here. He's gone."

You didn't kill

looked shocked. "What were you two doing last

heavy and painful. She held her head

much to drink. I can barely remember what

drinks with him? Do

his rage, the look in Carl's eyes

Altman, all these years, you have always been cautious whenever you carry out tasks for Mr. Schmidt. You

right now? If there were something between me and

weaved her fingers through her

stick... Her

into the bedroom. Even after turning over the mattress, the couch, and the drawers, there was no sign of her silver hair stick at

on, "I'm not suspecting you. It's just that Mr. Schmidt has already learned about how you and Axel went missing last night! Did you think that I had

vicious gaze flashed across Amber's mind.

were not able to kill Axel. That aside, you had even spent the entire night with him? What do you have

you blacked out from drinking last night and that nothing

out an anxious sigh. He said, "You'd better have a good think about how you're going to explain yourself to Mr. Schmidt when we

"There's nothing to explain."

She crushed the medicine box and said, "I have been by Mr. Schmidt's side for so many years. He

left

the parking lot. Axel