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."

Schmidt, that's very thoughtful of you. I'll need your help

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

silence fell

that resembles Alyssa Taylor?" Sheryl gently placed her

and kneeled in front of him. Then, she looked up at him with a tender gaze on

a carbon copy of Alyssa Taylor, but she'll never be her. She's a low-grade substitute that Jameson Schmidt created to satisfy his desire." The

work of art I meticulously crafted.

heard his words. To her, he was an omniscient deity who categorized the beings in the world into two—those who belonged

floor, Sheryl started massaging his leg. "I think this is the best opportunity for you to hit

is by gaining his sympathy.

chuckled. "No,

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