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 Group

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

fuck do you think you're scaring? We're

going to intimidate us? We

case. Well, today, we're

a ball, Simon shielded his head as

was wrong!

a matter of minutes, he suffered fractures throughout his body. Bleeding from the head, he

begged for mercy.

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the car window, observing the scene from a

while chuckling. Then, he sent the video

Like, say, defecating in

from the image of the

she responded,