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."
"He's gone? You didn't kill him?"
Carl looked shocked. "What were you two doing last night then? Hooking up?"

Amber's head was heavy and painful. She held her head as she tried to catch her breath. "I'm not sure...
I had too much to drink. I can barely remember what happened afterward."
"You even had drinks with him? Do you know who he is?"
In his rage, the look in Carl's eyes turned dark.
He chided, "Ms. Altman, all these years, you have always been cautious whenever you carry out tasks for Mr. Schmidt. You
hardly ever make any mistakes. What happened this time? This is so unlike you!"
"What are you trying to say? 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. I was even wearing..."
Amber weaved her fingers through her dark hair. Her heart stopped.
The hair stick... Her hair stick!
She rushed back into the bedroom. Even after turning over the mattress, the couch, and the drawers, there was no sign of her
silver hair stick at all!
Obviously, Carl 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 lead!"
Jameson's vicious gaze flashed across Amber's mind. Her heart sank.
"You were not able to kill Axel. That aside, you had even spent the entire night with him? What do you have to say about that?

"You said that you blacked out from drinking last night and that nothing happened between you two. How could you be so sure?"
Carl let 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 get back!"
"There's nothing to explain."
Amber blinked. She crushed the medicine box and said, "I have 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 me."
Amber and Carl left the hotel discreetly.
Right after their car exited the parking lot. Axel came out of hiding.
He had just installed a GPS tracking device at the bottom of that car just now. At that moment, his phone screen was showing a
clear indicator of their current location.
Axel followed them through some windy roads and ended up at the foot of Domere Mountain.
It was a quiet and peaceful forest. Little did he expect that there would be a majestic-looking clubhouse hidden deep in there!
Amber and Carl got out of the car. They entered the passcode at the door, and it opened. Then, they walked in.
The sun had set, and there was no one else around.
Axel stood in the forest with a glum look on his face.
He unfurled his fingers, revealing a delicate, silver hair stick in his palm. Under the moonlight, he fumbled with the tip of the hair
stick.
There was a click, and the part with the ruby opened. In it, very much to his astonishment, was a deadly poison—chloride!
Axel scoffed. "That sneaky little thing. How dare she play tricks?"
Axel squinted. He had a fearlessly cunning look in his eyes. He curled his lips into an amused smile and said, "Oh, missy. Our
meeting was the beginning of your tragedy."