Can’t Win Me Back by Ginger Sue

As a business tycoon who once stood shoulder to shoulder with Winston, the news of Victor's death should have been locked down. Only when the situation was more stable would they make a public announcement.

Unexpectedly, various media outlets fought to release the news, and it spread across the city like wildfire.

Jameson was the one who released the news. As of now, he was the only one left from the Schmidt family, so naturally, he would inherit the company. He finally got his wish. He climbed over mountains of corpses to reach the height of Schmidt Group's power.

In the hospital's rest area, Jameson sat up straight on a black leather couch. His arms rested on the armrest naturally and with an air of authority. He closed his eyes and started imagining himself sitting on a throne.

"Dad, in my 30 over years of life, this is the best present you've given me. Thank you for this. Rest in peace." Knocks sounded at the door, and Jameson answered. Carl entered, followed by another man dressed in a suit and leather shoes, carrying a briefcase.

Then, Carl locked the door.

sit."

only was he Schmidt Group's legal advisor, but he was also a private lawyer for the entire

Jason politely

but it was clear

the course of events was more or less settled. They were just waiting for the next board

said steadily, "Now, you can read his will to me. After all, I'm the only living relative left in the Schmidt family." Jason sighed with helplessness and sorrow. He

had barely seen the light when Jameson sprang up from his seat and grabbed the

in his dark and unsettling eyes. He stood still for a long time. Even Jason, who was experienced in difficult situations, felt on edge. Cold sweat trickled down his back. Finally, Jameson finished the whole will. His eyes narrowed

So this is what my biological