Can’t Win Me Back by Ginger Sue

Simon refuted with a fake smile, "Jeffrey Snyder is Nina Carle's murderer. He was caught at the scene and admitted to it. Mrs. Beckett is unfairly accused of the crime, and I'm here to clear her name."

Sean merely scoffed at Simon's remark. "So, are you saying that the authorities are wrong to arrest a woman who is involved in corruption, abuse of power, slander, and framing others for her crime? She's also a drug user, you know."

"That's just a red herring. Mrs. Beckett has made some mistakes that don't warrant a harsh punishment. Besides, she has not murdered anyone. She will admit to the crimes she has committed, but she will not be unfairly blamed. She has no reason to take the blame for the murder all because you want to settle personal grudges."

Frowning, Sean fell into silence. He was wary not to get into a squabble with Simon, for he'd only give Simon the chance to insult Alyssa.

The reporters fixed their hateful gazes on Simon as anger simmered. They silently cheered Sean on.

Half an hour before the trial commenced, Simon was granted one more chance to speak to Sophia.

She had carefully styled her hair for the occasion. Although she was behind bars,

fully given up on her, she dared

she could walk free. She knew she was capable of winning Javier's heart the way she stole him from Anne 25 years

lit up at the thought as she pleaded urgently, "Mr. Lynch, you need to clear my name no matter what and get me out of here. I can offer you anything you want as long as

you become the Beckett's son-in-law? I'll marry my daughter to you. Once you're part of our family, you no longer have to fear the Taylors. Your brother—the Taylors' lapdog—will not pose a threat

unbothered by her suggestion. He had never taken Sean seriously anyway. Still, he found the status of the Becketts'

as an evil dimwit, but that did not matter if marrying her could make him part of the high society. Betty might be vile, but

be our last conversation

had witness testimony going for

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