Can’t Win Me Back by Ginger Sue

The light in Jameson's eyes dimmed when he learned about it. "Make him wait for me in another lounge."

After settling the other client, Jameson took some time off to join Aidan at the lounge next door.

Right after he opened the door, Aidan, who was drinking alcohol to calm his nerves, shot up and rushed up to him.

Aidan glared at him. "What went wrong? Why did people die from it?"

"Mr. Aidan, I'm afraid I have no clue what you're talking about," Jameson wondered with a calm smile, a stark contrast to Aidan's panic.

Although no one else was in the lounge, Aidan made sure to speak in a whisper, "Are there quality issues with the latest delivery you provided for me? I distributed it just twice, and people had been overdosing and dying on it."

Still smiling, Jameson brushed off Aidan's worries. "Drugs are poison. Isn't it normal for addicts to die from overdosing?"

have not seen a man who went crazy and dropped

"Well, now you have."

turned white. He grabbed Jameson by the collar and snarled, "Jameson Schmidt, you'd better not mess with me! You'll not get off the hook if something happens

I go down, I'll make sure

casually throw around the mentions of death." The

very normal for users to feel sick after taking

that a man who took this drug went crazy, collapsed, and died on the streets. It was like epilepsy!" Gravely concerned, Aidan fretted, "The police will definitely perform an autopsy on

drugs to the underground gangs in Solana City and other cities, didn't I?" Jameson settled gracefully on the couch and poured himself a glass of whiskey. He calmly added, "The man who died was from The Ivory Gang. He was a menace before his death. God knows what he'd taken before he took your drugs. The police won't bat an eye

with a contemptuous smile. Joseph Lovelace proved his brains by expanding the company business just on pharmaceutical sales. In comparison, his eldest son,

matter what he took before his death, it

The dead man might have had epilepsy without knowing