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."

gone? You

were you two doing last night then?

and painful. She held her head as she

had too much to drink. I

even had drinks with him? Do you know

the look

been cautious whenever you carry out tasks for Mr. Schmidt. You hardly ever

Are you suspicious of me right now? If there were something between me and him, I wouldn't have come to him alone last night.

her dark hair. Her heart

stick...

turning over the mattress, the couch, and the drawers, there was no sign of

didn't have a clue about what was going on with her. He simply went 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 the capability to find you? It was Mr. Schmidt who had a

vicious gaze flashed across Amber's

had even spent the entire night with him? What do you have

blacked out from drinking last night and that nothing

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

"There's nothing to explain."

been by Mr. Schmidt's side for so many years. He should very well know what kind of a person I am. There's nothing I can do if he doesn't believe

Carl left the hotel

their car exited the parking lot. Axel came out