Can’t Win Me Back by Ginger Sue

At midnight, Amber arrived at a countryside villa in her sportscar. She had changed into a flaming red slit dress and styled her long, dark hair into a

bun that was held together by a golden hairpin.

Her style, classic and alluring, was to Jameson's taste. However, she was dressed to the nines for a nasty deal.

She ran her cold fingertips through the hem of her dress and chuckled bitterly. What a waste of high-grade silk and top-notch tailoring! Her perfect

attire and her dignity would end up being trampled by the beasts she would host.

She received a video call from Wesley when she was about to leave her car. The video call was their preferred way of communication as it was

impossible to be tapped.

"Wesley," she began with a forced smile.

"Ms. Altman, are you about to..." Wesley choked up emotionally at the sight of her beauty. As an employee at The Millennium, he knew what that

would signify.

"What's the matter? Is everything alright?" Amber hurriedly shifted the topic of conversation.

"I'm fine, Ms. Altman. The two guests you're meeting are not just any ordinary men, though." Wesley put on a worried look. "Based on my recent

investigation, these two men might have bought the sbatch of drugs as Aidan Lovelace from Jameson!

to them. If we get our hands on the drugs, we'll be

way to the determination for justice. "I will try my best to pry

know!"

careful." Worry clouded his eyes. He had a bad feeling. "Something feels

following

"Jameson Schmidt hasn't hurtyet, and that goes to show

well. He won't let go of a person until

Amber, four other women working for The Millennium were sent to host the Tsulu

guns stood in the dark corners of a luxurious suite. The women

guests sporting beer bellies.

perched on the edge of the couch, silently taking in the debauchery unfolding in front of

anger.

significant deal

foreign men hugged the ladies

Schmidt gave us this tis really something! He said we could sell them as we wish. He didn't seem too worried about the

"Oh? Why so?"

two rascals were unaware

in the suite.

is like a common drug, and we can sell it as such," one of the men gloated. "We can

without

only extremely addictive but