Can’t Win Me Back by Ginger Sue novel Chapter 844

Chapter 844 

When Rose heard that, her tense heart finally eased a bit. 

After years 

of companionship, Alyssa was no longer just the mentor who brought her a glimmer of hope in 

adversity. She was not only a friend but also a family. Rose didn’t want to make Alyssa worry or cause her 

trouble. 

Just then, Rose’s phone rang. 

She glanced at the screen, and her eyes darkened. As she clenched the phone, her knuckles turned white. 

Seeing her mood turn low, Silas tactfully exited the room and closed the door. 

However, he lingered nearby, eavesdropping on the conversation. 

He knew it wasn’t the best thing to do, but for some reason, he felt a strong desire to care for her. 

Besides, he could tell that, from the nightclub onward, Rose hadn’t told him a single truth, no matter how 

he asked. As a prosecutor for many years, he had developed sharp insight. So, her guarded thoughts were 

transparent to him. 

In the room, Rose hesitated for a while before reluctantly answering the call. 

“Dad.” 

“What happened tonight?” 

Rose’s father, George Emerson, spoke through the phone. It lacked warmth and emotion and was filled 

only with the usual questioning tone and anger. 

“Something happened, so the drinking session ended early,” Rose replied in a low voice. 

“What thing? Don’t you know what’s important?” 

At this moment, a sarcastic voice from a woman echoed from the other end. It was George’s wife, Lydia 

Carney. 

“I told you so. How could she obediently help you? You’re lucky if she doesn’t squander everything you 

have.” 

Rose tightly clenched her fists, her face turning as pale as a sheet. 

There was one thing that nobody knew, not even Alyssa-Rose was the illegitimate daughter of George 

Emerson, the chairman of the Emerson Group. However, her Identity had never been acknowledged by 

Hearing that, Axel was shocked. “Wow! A close friend.” 

“Close your foot! I’m hanging up!” 

After that, Silas really hung up the phone. 

Axel sneered and then pulled out a sophisticated, palm-sized, ultra-thin notebook computer from his 

pocket. 

Such cutting-edge technology was a standard issue for high-level operatives like them, but it was nearly impossible to obtain domestically. 

With this high-tech gadget, he could investigate many things 

So, Axel investigated the license plate number of the luxury car. Soon, he had an answer. 

“A car under the Schmidt Group’s name? Interesting.” 

When Axel looked at the investigation results, he recalled the face that resembled Alyssa’s. He narrowed