Can’t Win Me Back by Ginger Sue

"That's impossible! I didn't take drugs!" Jameson yelled.

Cyrus took over the analysis report from his colleague. He flipped through it and reconfirmed the presented results. He got so excited that the corners of his lips started twitching.

He walked over and slammed the document down before Jameson. There was a glimmer in his eyes.

"The law will not accuse any innocent person falsely. In the same way, it will not spare any evil-doers.

"These days, handling cases is more about the evidence than verbal statements. Although you insist that you've never taken drugs, there is hard evidence showing otherwise. You cannot deny this!" Jameson looked at the results written in black and white. His ears started ringing.

When he was in Kontina, it was true that his business involved drugs. After all, it was a field that could reap the most fortune in the shortest time.

That said, he was well aware that it was something that would bring about eternal destruction if he touched it. Thus, no matter how well his business was doing, he never touched it at all. He truly abstained from it all these years!

So, how... How could he be positive?

All the blood drained from Jameson's face. His forehead was covered in cold sweat, and his heart raced.

Suddenly, he came to a realization. His world started spinning, and he almost couldn't find his balance.

It was the medications!

gave him for his use all year round

emotional; Jameson's hands started trembling uncontrollably once again. He couldn't control himself, no matter how

him with a

he also noticed

the way that he was presenting. "Jameson, it looks like you are already severely addicted. You've developed

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that

you?

and through. Why are you still quibbling?" "You... don't know... anything!" Jameson held onto his shivering arms hard as he glared at

like you've got to continue

infuriated him.

Jameson's 28th

spending it at the detention

gathered outside the police station. Carl and Jason were completely surrounded by them. No matter how hard

on the opposite side of the street. She lowered the car window and looked toward the hustle and bustle across