Can’t Win Me Back by Ginger Sue

"Fine. Let's have a discussion, then." With a flat expression, Landon instructed, "Jordan, get the document."

"Sure, Mr. Landon." Jordan grabbed the share transfer agreement from his bag and handed it to Preston. "Mr. Preston, please sign the agreement."

Glaring at the writing, Preston could no longer humble himself. Punching the ground, he growled, "Landon Harper, you're looting a burning house! This is daylight robbery!"

"Yes. So what?" A grin played on Landon's lips, but his eyes remained impassive. The duality of him sent a chill down Preston's spine.

Landon added, "This is nothing compared to what you've done to Lauren. Anyway, I'll try my best to catch up to you. The younger generation has to do better, don't you think?"

Preston scowled, and the corners of his lips twitched. He could not possibly sign the agreement, as that would mean a complete separation from the Harper Group. Without any shares to his name, he would not stand a chance of making a comeback. It was a fate worse than death!

"Landon Harper, you're not a gang leader anymore. You're the president of Harper Group, yet you break the law. Do you want to lose your preside—"

was speaking, he noticed the glimmer of a blade in his face. Landon grabbed the knife from Angelina and cut off Preston's right arm

but Angelina, Jordan, and the rest of Landon's subordinates merely watched

was the one they knew better—a man of

love with Lauren transformed him into a human being with feelings and

using Preston's blood. Then, he tossed the severed arm away with disdain. "I got your signature now. Uncle Preston, thanks for your generosity. I

hand for wiping your ass

his Bentley. Angelina and the others retreated, leaving silently

me through today!1 After Preston was taken to the hospital, two men showed up at the underground parking of The Millennium with buckets and mops to clean up

in the security control room, Amber's fingers trembled as she watched the security footage she had edited. She had edited Landon out

rhythmic knock on the door. She hurriedly

scene per your orders." A good-looking security guard stood at the door. He addressed her with

pulled him into