Can't Win Me Back



Chapter 2423

With a piercing gaze, Sheryl glared at Remy, who stood in front of her car with an air of frigidity around him.

The temptation to ram her car into the crestfallen man was almost irresistible, but she didn't dare. Remy was Justin's right-hand man, and even her audacity had limits.

Instead, Sheryl pulled her white coat snugly around her, stepped out of the car with feigned composure, and strode toward him.

Hostility crackled between them as their eyes locked.

Sheryl broke the silence. "Remy, is there nothing you'd like to update me about?" she asked with a sinister look in her eyes.

Stiffly, Remy asked, "Where did you take that woman?"

"How shameless of you to question me. Mr. Justin was wise to send me as backup. Otherwise, Amber would have escaped without a trace!"

Gritting her teeth, Sheryl took a step closer to Remy. "Is this how you handle tasks entrusted by Mr. Justin? The unstoppable Remy, brought to his knees by a wild brat? Or did you let her go intentionally? Are you planning to betray Mr. Justin?"

Remy's gloved hands curled into fists, his jaw tightening. The word betray hit harder than he cared to admit. He had never entertained such a thought, yet Sheryl's accusation stirred something deep within him.

Though he stood tall and rigid, her words left a crack in his resolve.

Sheryl, emboldened, reached for his collar, but Remy stepped back, causing her to lurch forward and stumble awkwardly.

Humiliated, she snarled, "Remy, I'm warning you-don't you dare try anything funny. This worthless life of yours exists only because of Mr. Justin. If not for his mercy, the sharks would've devoured you, and your corpse would've rotted on the shore!

"So, know your place. Be Mr. Justin's loyal dog. Should you dare to stray, I'll make sure your end is worse than being shark bait!"

Before she could gloat further, a sharp pain exploded across her nose. The world became a dizzying blur as she spun through the air before slamming into the ground.

"Who are you calling a dog?"noveldrama

Remy's glacial stare fell on Sheryl's crumpled form. His fists tightened as he spoke, each word sharp as ice, "If I'm a dog, what does that make you? Nothing but a powerless bitch, all bark and no substance."

Sheryl's hands shot to her bloodied nose as tears welled in her eyes. "How dare you hit me! I can't believe you would hit a woman!"

Her entire face a fortune in plastic surgery and monthly maintenance that ran to tens of thousands and now Remy's punch had left her nose grotesquely askew. Through the fog of what felt like a concussion, pain blazed white-hot across her face.

"Consider yourself fortunate you're one of Mr. Justin's lackeys. Those words alone would have been enough reason to slit your throat."

Sheryl shuddered, momentarily forgetting her agony. There was something uniquely terrifying about how Remy delivered his most ruthless threats in that unnervingly calm voice.

Realizing he'd get nothing more from her, Remy turned to leave. Then he stopped abruptly, looking back. "What did you say earlier?"

"W-What?" Sheryl stammered, still clutching her nose.

"You mentioned something about Mr. Justin rescuing me... by the shore?" His voice softened, but his eyes darkened with curiosity a rare and unsettling sight. "Why was I by the shore? Why was I in the sea?"

Sheryl's chest tightened.

Justin had warned her never to reveal anything about Remy's origins. In her frustration, she'd let a small detail slip, and now Remy's sharp mind had latched onto it.

But it was just a fragment of information... surely it wouldn't lead to anything catastrophic, would it?

Clinging to that fragile hope, she could only console herself.