Can’t Win Me Back by Ginger Sue

Aware that this was an added challenge by Preston, Landon abandoned the fight and sprinted for the elevator a dozen feet away.

He frantically hammered the elevator button. A few seconds later, the door creaked open slowly.

To his dismay, inside the elevator stood five attackers, each wielding sharp blades.

Preston was relaxing in a pool lounger, smoking his favorite cigar brand. He played his favorite clubbing music from his phone, which was already out of style.

Every few minutes, he would look at his watch. Then he would smack his lips with satisfaction and continue to rest his eyes.

After 20 minutes, the elevator facing the entrance to the pool slid open with a ding.

Preston's eyelids fluttered open a fraction before a jolt of awareness sent them springing wide.

He watched as Landon stepped over the bodies beneath him with heavy but determined footsteps. He slowly made his way to the pool, as if he were the God of War, returning triumphantly after a bloody battle.

handsome features were smeared with blood. His white button-up shirt was stained

heavy puff of his cigar, a growing sense of respect for Landon evident

Landon to emerge

a formidable figure, striking terror into the hearts of many. And now, Landon displayed traces

as the former entered the pool area. Multiple cuts adorned his body,

love for Lauren and concern

nephew, you've done well." Preston gave

as the sweat dripping down his face washed away

and nephew," Preston said, turning off

my father

replied, his

"Why—"

stood in the way of what I

Preston, you're shameless and delusional." Landon's words were sharp, his gaze piercing. "Harper Group was never yours. My grandfather worked hard to build it, and Harper Group earned the prestigious title of being one of the Big Four thanks to my father's tireless efforts. Our achievements today have nothing to