Can’t Win Me Back by Ginger Sue

The punch he had just taken didn't inflict as much damage on Jameson as this scene did.

"Mr. Schmidt! Are you okay?" Carl, who was waiting in the shadows, was shocked. He rushed over to support his boss.

"I'm fine."

Jameson staggered to his feet and swallowed the blood in his mouth. His gaze fixed on Jasper with a fierce and menacing intensity, like that of a starving hyena deprived of meat for days.

"If you're not convinced, we can settle it one-on-one."

Jasper's gaze turned cold, and his imposing presence exerted daunting pressure on Jameson's chest. "I won't use my hands."

Hearing that, Alyssa anxiously grabbed Jasper's tightly tensed arm, her eyes wide with worry.

In her mind, she was scolding him for being lenient with this viper. He should just pin Jameson down and beat him to a pulp.

"Hah... No need for that."

Jameson didn't want to fight Jasper in front of Alyssa, so he swallowed his anger and wiped away the blood from his lips. "I just had a stroke of bad luck and got bitten by a dog. Forget it."

handed it to Alyssa. "Lyse, the Schmidt family will be hosting a party at home this weekend.

of affection,

lowered her eyes, coldly staring at

began to feel a hint of dread toward the man

were

invitation from Jameson's hand. With his left arm wrapped around Alyssa's waist, he

of the envelope and opened it

a cursory glance, she snorted coldly and tossed the invitation at his

add my beloved's name to the invitation and send a revised one. If I'm in a good mood, I might consider attending. Jasper, let's

meeting her gentle

turned and left, disappearing through the gates

the line! Is he out of his fucking mind?" Carl cursed vehemently, then looked at Jameson's swollen cheek with concern. "Mr. Schmidt,

"No need."

Jameson stepped on the invitation with his shoe, crushing it forcefully. "Draft another one and send

"Okay."

his boss received. "Mr. Schmidt, are you just going to swallow this humiliation?

a dish best served cold. Besides, if I were to fight Jasper in front of Lyse, she would be

his eyes, his tongue pressing against his aching left cheek. "If Jasper landing a punch on me would make Lyse feel better,