Can’t Win Me Back by Ginger Sue

The Schmidt Group tried to contain the incident with the live broadcast. However, David's reputation was as good as garbage. Everyone wanted to kick him to the ground and watch the Schmidt Group burn.

Plus, a lesser-known daughter of the Taylor family was the one who accused him. This added spice to the whole spectacle, increasing the popularity of the news by a mile.

If the news continued to garner popularity, the police would detain David until further notice.

Even Victor, setting aside his ego, went to beg the police station captain. However, at that very moment, Winston, the wealthiest tycoon, had become the latest hot topic. The news was being broadcast on the television in the office.

Surprisingly, Winston was being interviewed after cutting the ribbon at an opening event of a new project.

The reporter asked, "Mr. Taylor, during the live broadcast two days ago, the woman who claimed to be your daughter..."

"Claimed?"

Winston's face darkened instantly as he retorted rudely, "Which news agency are you from? You have some nerve to work in media for receiving such slow and outdated information."

Everyone was so intimidated by his authority that they didn't dare let out a breath.

The hand of the reporter who held the microphone started shaking.

"That is my daughter, the youngest in the Taylor family. Lyla, my third wife, is her mother."

rare warmth flickered in his sharp, eagle-like eyes. "Whether it's

academic life, so I've never taken her to public events. Everything

never thought my protection toward my daughter had given David,

Everyone was dumbfounded.

was

Victor were. However, for his daughter, Winston didn't give

Schmidt Group can kiss their plan to cover it

"Victor, if you have even an ounce of conscience, let that individual face

breathing heavily. He frantically took the remote and

bold, ruthless, and capable individual. Winston always meant what he said and ensured he followed through on his promises. This wasn't a mere threat. It was

situation had blown out

if that live broadcast did not happen. Now, the whole country has their eyes on this matter. Even my higher-ups are aware.

the higher-ups knew about

"T-Talk my ass!"

the television had belonged to Victor, he

the news, the lovebirds, having enjoyed a passionate night at Heightsnew Villa, woke up late and

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