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

Beckett Group. The president of the Schmidt Group is my

you'll be as good as dead in

scaring? We're veterans. The prison

Do you think that's going to intimidate us?

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

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

was wrong! Please spare

minutes, he suffered fractures throughout his body. Bleeding from

begged for mercy.

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the car window, observing

the beating while chuckling. Then,

Ms. Colene? Want something more? Like, say, defecating in his mouth?"

emojis, completely deviating from the image of the Ivory

she