Can’t Win Me Back by Ginger Sue

Jameson felt like he was being burned at the stake. Every inch of his body was on fire, throbbing in pain.

"My apologies," he rasped. "That said, please tell Mr. Justin not to worry. I will make sure to settle all the troubles here in Solana City!"

"That's easy for you to say!" Sheryl jeered. "Since you took over as Schmidt Group's chairman, you haven't achieved a single success. Instead, Jasper and Alyssa have consistently outmaneuvered you." Jameson closed his reddened eyes. Hatred and dissatisfaction gnawed at him. He gritted his teeth.

"Don't say that I didn't warn you, Mr. Schmidt. Nicholas Novak is a threat. You'd better get rid of him. This is the last chance Mr. Justin is giving you. I'm sure you know what outcome awaits you if you fail again, she added with a chilling voice.

She abruptly terminated the call before Jameson could utter a word.

He stared at the dark screen, a sense of frigid entrapment washing over him.

A knock at the door startled him back to his senses. He called out, "Enter."

Carl strutted in, beaming in a brand-new suit. "Mr. Schmidt, I proposed to Amber. She said yes!"

Carl's joy was evident.

Jameson, however, looked pale and unreadable. "Oh, congratulations then."

Carl presented his wedding invitation respectfully. "I have chosen the date, time and location. I truly hope you can attend our wedding."

invitation, his eyes lingering on the date. "I'm afraid I won't be able to

tightened. Sensing something amiss, he asked with concern, "Is there something wrong, Mr. Schmidt? You can tell me anything. I'll help you through it,

rare gentleness flickered in Jameson's eyes. "These are just difficult times. I can't focus on

me what you need, Mr.

have Mr. Derullere arrange a meeting with Nicholas

radiating coldness. "We just need to keep his wife in our clutches and use her as leverage. Then, he'll take everything to his

in understanding. After all, Nicholas was fiercely protective of his

sinister, kidnapping a person's family was a time-tested tactic. It was

"The police have already

Mr Schmidt, what

privately. He's disobedient and disloyal. Why should I make arrangements for a traitor after he's dead?

"You're right," Carl agreed.

into his pocket and retrieved a delicate stainless steel box.

scrutinized it. "Mr. Schmidt, isn't that... the medication Mr. Justin

it can be useful at a critical time,"

interrogation room, Jasper and Cyrus rushed to

Cyrus, ever the impatient one, blurted

his support by gently wrapping his arm around Alyssa's