Can’t Win Me Back

After a belch, Simon grumbled, "Damn it! Do you really believe I would have willingly joined your

ridiculous little party if I hadn't bungled the Sophia Kirkman case?"

He tugged on his tie and spat on the floor. "Just wait and see. I'll secure a perfect win at Sophia

Kirkman's court hearing. You'll beg for my help then, and I won't even cast a look at you!"

As he reached for his phone to call an Uber, a group of hooligans sporting colorful patterned shirts

under their suits approached him. Grinning, they wielded sticks and swiftly closed in on him.

"W-What are you doing?" Simon's eyes widened. He instantly sobered up.

"Can't you tell? We're here to rough you up." Just then, someone struck Simon's back with a stick,

causing him to crumple to the ground.

Coughing, he growled, "Do you know who I am?" His bones seemed to have cracked under the

pressure. Huddled on the ground, he continued shouting at them out of pride, "I'm an attorney—the

president of the Schmidt

on me, and you'll be as good as dead in Solana City. I'll make sure you end up behind

Who the fuck do you think you're scaring? We're veterans.

think that's going to intimidate us? We heard

who takes on any case. Well, today, we're

into a ball, Simon shielded his head as the four hooligans started beating him up. He

wrong! Please spare my

of minutes, he suffered fractures throughout his

begged for mercy.

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the car window,

beating while chuckling. Then,

Like, say, defecating in his mouth?" He

two cute emojis, completely deviating from the image

after, she responded,