Can’t Win Me Back by Ginger Sue

On the way out through the airport halls, the police carefully covered Joseph's handcuffed hands with clothes to avoid creating unnecessary commotion.

Despite that, whispers and curious glances followed them. The travelers even took pictures and posted them online.

In the interrogation room, Joseph, who always cultivated an image of elegance and reason, now pounded the table with his cuffed hands, screaming in frustration, "Didn't Aidan confess to everything? I don't know anything about his illegal drug business, and it has nothing to do with me. Who put you up to this? Why targetand the Lovelace Group?" Cyrus stared coldly at the man he once called Uncle Joseph. His lips formed a thin, impassive line. "Mr. Joseph, is that foresight you're displaying, or perhaps a guilty conscience? I haven't even mentioned drugs, yet you're already incriminating yourself." Joseph broke out in a cold sweat under Cyrus' unyielding gaze. He attempted to leverage their relationship to his advantage. "Mr. Cy... I mean, Cyrus! After all, I'm still your uncle!" "In this room," Cyrus countered, his voice devoid of emotion, "we are officer and suspect." Cyrus continued, "And besides, you are Edgar Lovelace's adopted son, not his biological son. You have no blood ties to him or my mother. So, 'uncle' seems rather far-fetched.

flushed a deep crimson, the sting of humiliation burning across

just arresting you for illegal drug storage and distribution but also for inciting your secretary, Ernest

though it was attempted murder, you'll be spending the rest of your life behind bars." Joseph's bloodshot eyes widened in disbelief. "W-Wait! W-What did

hospital but stable." Joseph slumped in his chair dishearteningly, as if all his energy had drained away. Suddenly, he burst into uncontrollable laughter. "That useless son of a bitch. He can't even do anything right!" Cyrus frowned. "So, you're admitting to it?" "Don't you have all the evidence? Where can I go if I don't confess?" "Why did you do it?" "Edgar Lovelace had been unkind toand never sawas his son. He only tookas a tool to help him, build his empire and secure his family. Why should I pretends net" be a good son when he is so heartless to me? I've pretended for more than 30 years, and I've had enough!" Joseph's true nature laid bare. "So, what if you prosecute me? Edgar isn't dead, and I'm not the one who did it. And I've already told you had nothing to do with the illegal drugs. Aidan operated alone!" S Then, the door of the interrogation room opened. A

shifted drastically. After a long silence, he spoke in a low voice, "Your