Can’t Win Me Back by Ginger Sue

The Schmidt family had truly raised a bunch of maggots that were rotten to the core.

"N-No... It's not... It's not true."

Daisy's face turned crimson, as if all the blood in her body had gathered in her face. She almost hysterically shouted, "That recording is fake! It's fake!

"I don't know any fortune teller... It's not me speaking in there! It's all fake! Someone is framing me!"

"Framing you? Ms. Daisy, please take a look at this. How do you explain this?"

The reporter held up his phone.

At that moment, all the reporters' phones in the room started ringing, causing a thunderous noise.

Everyone lowered their heads to look at their screens and saw a post suggested by Twitter. It was a video of Daisy meeting a fortune teller privately. She was handing money to the fortune teller.

recorded without her knowledge,

"Ms. Daisy!"

the stage. "Mr. Josh sent

the

commanding presence with a serious look, causing everyone to hold their

"Police!"

coercion of women into prostitution, and

police officers behind him stepped forward and cuffed the visibly shaking Daisy. One

and the viewership on

to running a brothel to make money? This is too surreal!" "Could the Schmidt family be a

it! Look at Daisy's seal-like pose. It's exactly the same as when her husband was arrested! This couple looks quite alike." "Disgusting! How could she do such despicable things? I suggest continuing

you notice that young police officer who came in first? Wow! He's so hot.

the police car without covering her head or hiding the handcuffs on her wrists. She