Can't Win Me Back

Amber heard Jameson clearly but felt torn between her mind and body. She couldn't utter a response.

"Go. Now," Jameson urged, his gaze turning icy.

A shiver wracked Amber as she rose, her dress clinging uncomfortably to her cold sweat. She was alive, but she felt as if she had died over and over again. She walked toward Wesley; a few steps felt like a lifetime.

Wesley's hands were bound, so he used his head to prop himself up. He swayed as he kneeled before her.

He had known he would die the moment he was captured. However, he wasn't resigned to a meaningless death; he wanted to die with dignity.

Carl approached and took Amber's cold hand, placing a gun in it and forcing her fingers to grip the handle.

Despite the blood covering his face, Wesley offered her a wan smile, a gesture meant to comfort Amber. Tears welled in Amber's eyes as she squeezed them shut. The dank basement was a slaughterhouse. She opened her eyes again.

Wesley's left eye was swollen and bloodshot; he could only see through his right eye. No one else would have noticed, but Amber saw his right eye blinking in a specific pattern.

A jolt of understanding shot through Amber-Wesley was sending her a Morse code.

She tapped her trembling fingertips against her side, matching the rhythm of Wesley's blinks, committing his last words to memory.

"Amber, act fast. Don't keep Mr. Schmidt waiting." Carl looked at her with an inexplicable expression.

Amber slowly raised her arm and aimed the gun at Wesley. She panted heavily, on the verge of tears, unable to pull the trigger. In that moment, she wanted to kill herself.

While everyone's attention was on Amber, Wesley suddenly got up from the ground and pushed Amber aside with all his strength. Amber staggered backward, but Carl reflexively caught her.

"Jameson Schmidt, you bastard! Rot in hell!" With tears and blood in his eyes, Wesley lunged at Jameson like an angered lion.

Wesley acted so fast that none of Jameson's underlings could react in time. However, these underlings were professionally trained. They shouldn't have been this slow to react-including Carl. They had been careless!

They never expected someone so tortured to have such power!

Jameson didn't react in time, and the wine glass in his hand fell. In the next instant, he shrieked.Exclusive content © by Nô(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.

Wesley's eyes were bloodshot as he fiercely bit Jameson's left ear.

"Mr. Schmidt!"

Everyone panicked and was unsure what to do.

Carl was outraged. He shouted as he aimed his gun at Wesley's back and fired three shots.

No!

Amber couldn't hold it in anymore. Tears streamed down her face.

The basement fell silent.

Wesley, who was on Jameson, eventually slumped and fell backward.

Carl's forehead was beaded with sweat of fear. He ran to Jameson. "M-Mr. Schmidt, are you okay?"

The next second, he noticed the blood on Jameson's left ear. The tip of his ear was gone. It was a horrifying sight, to say the least.

"C-Call the doctor now!"

Jameson winced in pain, bellowing ferociously, "Dismember him and feed him to the dogs!"

Jameson was rushed to the hospital for stitches. Meanwhile, Carl stayed behind to handle Wesley's body.

"Carl, tell them to leave. I have something to say to you," Amber said, her gaze fixed on Wesley. She didn't even blink.

Carl noticed her haggard face and, with a heavy heart, ordered everyone to leave.

"Carlton," Amber choked out, her voice trembling.

Carl's heart shuddered. His grim gaze softened. "Amber, you've not called me that in years."

"Carlton, can you please keep Wesley's body in one piece?" Amber begged.

"You are so stubborn!" Carl anxiously held her shoulders. "This punk was your accomplice, right? Do you know that Mr. Schmidt is suspicious of you? Luckily, this punk went ballistic and didn't rat you out. I took my shot

chen't

and killed him. If he had said

anything against you, you'd have suffered the same fate!"

Amber stared blankly at the man who showed care to her. Yet, hatred continued to burn in her heart.

Jameson was the devil, and Carl was the devil's vicious minion.

The man, who shot Wesley three times, had the audacity to act like he cared about her. It was revolting!

"And now you want to keep this punk's body in one piece. If Mr. Schmidt finds out..."

"Then, don't let him find out."

Amber looked at him firmly, but her

voice surprisingly gentle. "Wesley had always treated me well, like I was his sister. Now, he's dead because of me. Carlton, I've never

asked you for anything, but I'm

asking now. Please, I beg you. I

know you have your ways.

Carl had her in his heart. He instantly gave in as he looked at the teary-eyed woman before him. He sighed helplessly. "Okay, I'll do it."

"Thank you..." Amber looked grateful.

"However, you must promise me not to scheme against Mr. Schmidt anymore. Don't do anything stupid."

Carl enveloped her in his embrace.

His heart beat faster. "I know you've suffered a lot. Once Mr. Schmidt has full control over the Schmidt Group and successfully develops the new drug, you can finally leave this dreadful place. We'll have better days ahead of us!"

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Amber's heart was about to explode as she thought about Wesley's death. "When is this new drug expected to be completed?"

"Soon," Carl murmured in her ear.