Can’t Win Me Back by Ginger Sue

After a belch, Simon grumbled, "Damn it! Do you really believe I would have willingly joined your ridiculous little party if I hadn't bungled the Sophia Kirkman case?"

He tugged on his tie and spat on the floor. "Just wait and see. I'll secure a perfect win at Sophia Kirkman's court hearing. You'll beg for my help then, and I won't even cast a look at you!"

As he reached for his phone to call an Uber, a group of hooligans sporting colorful patterned shirts under their suits approached him. Grinning, they wielded sticks and swiftly closed in on him.

"W-What are you doing?" Simon's eyes widened. He instantly sobered up.

"Can't you tell? We're here to rough you up." Just then, someone struck Simon's back with a stick, causing him to crumple to the ground.

of the Beckett Group. The president of the Schmidt Group

like our second home by now. Do you think that's going to intimidate us? We heard you're a scoundrel—an unscrupulous attorney

a ball, Simon shielded his head as the four hooligans started beating him up. He begged, "Argh! I was

of minutes, he suffered fractures throughout his body. Bleeding from the head, he knelt and begged for

leaned against the car window, observing the scene from a luxury car. He recorded the beating while chuckling. Then, he sent

Like, say, defecating in his mouth?" He followed up with two cute emojis, completely deviating from

she responded,

later, she added, "Sure.