Can’t Win Me Back by Ginger Sue

Landon's pupils constricted. All of a sudden, his vision started to blur. "She's dead?"

"Yes. She died a horrific death. They almost couldn't identify her when her body was discovered."

Jordan knitted his brows together tightly. Then, he continued in a low voice, "When the authorities performed an autopsy on her, they discovered that she had been sexually assaulted. She had severe STDs festering in her lower body."

Landon shut his reddened eyes. He tightened his grip on the water basin, and his hands trembled slightly. "Who was she assaulted by?"

"Many."

Jordan hesitated before continuing, "Not long after arriving at Tsulu, Zoe was sent to an underground club. That place is actually a high-end brothel. The women there provide sex services specifically to the big shots at Tsulu.

"I heard that all the women there end up in the same way. They would all be completely fucked up. Even if Zoe wasn't murdered, that's just how things would have ended up for her."

Landon lowered his eyes.

Deep down, he was disturbed by a plethora of intense and bitter emotions. He couldn't utter a single word.

There was no doubt that he hated Zoe.

off on that stowaway boat to leave her to fend for herself in a foreign

it in himself to hate her once he found out about her

over two decades had just disappeared through a deep abyss,

completely unnecessary for you to

in his eyes. "Madam wouldn't have ended up like this if it wasn't for her. Ms.

eyes were dark

"Mr. Landon!"

this to seek revenge for Zoe, Jordan. The past is the past. She's already dead. All the hate is now

within him. His eyes were clear. "I have heard about the underground club at Tsulu.

person took action against Zoe in secret. There are only two possibilities—they wanted to release their anger or to silence

in

said, I cannot let my guard down. I cannot let him do anything

firm nod in

and Jordan came to a mutual understanding, they

he waved. He had a kind

handed the basin to Jordan. Frantically, he wiped his wet hands on his pants

Newton and Mr. Javier," he greeted

polite young man. Even though he's seated highly as Harper Group's chairman, he still humbles himself. You don't