Can’t Win Me Back by Ginger Sue

"Ms. Altman, it's been a while. You still look as lovely as before," the man complimented Amber with a gentle smile.

Amber looked stoic and cold. She lowered her gaze and replied humbly, "Sir, thanks for the compliment."

"You're indeed a woman groomed by Mr. Schmidt. You're gentle, demure, and gracious. Sometimes, I feel that you're Alyssa Taylor herself. You're the best substitute I've ever seen."

Amber kept her silence, but she looked glum. By describing her as a substitute, all his prior compliments sounded sarcastic to her.

Jameson did not continue on that topic. Instead, he opened the box and revealed the antique vase to the man. "This is a Wiktorian-era pink frosted vase I got for you from a Yoarkley auction. It's nothing special. I hope you don't mind it."

Sheryl lifted a brow in amusement. She had been keeping an eye on the vase for her employer. In the end, an anonymous buyer won the bid with 50 million dollars. She had not expected the buyer to be Jameson.

She thought, "Mr. Schmidt is indeed a thoughtful lapdog."

"Mr. Schmidt, that's very thoughtful of

nodded at him. "Don't worry. I'll give it my

left, silence fell

resembles Alyssa Taylor?" Sheryl gently placed her hand on the man's shoulder and whispered into his

and kneeled in front of him. Then, she looked up at

she'll never be her. She's a low-grade substitute that Jameson Schmidt

just you. You're a work of art I meticulously crafted. That boring substitute

To her, he was an omniscient deity who categorized the beings in the world into two—those who belonged to him and those who did

forgive my bluntness." Kneeling on the floor, Sheryl started massaging his leg. "I

best way to manipulate a man is by gaining his sympathy. I'm worried that Javier Beckett might

chuckled.

keep Betty Beckett in the family. Why don't you reveal