Can’t Win Me Back

Silas had a solid and reliable set of evidence, so from the moment Timothy stepped into the Investigative Bureau, he wouldn't see the light of day again.

Daisy always acted domineering and arrogant, so not a single person was willing to help her at this critical moment. Everyone avoided her like she was some kind of virus.

Except for following Victor and Josh's orders to hold a press conference and publicly apologize like a tool for Schmidt Group, she had no other options.

But why should she, a lady, do something so shameful?

The men of the Schmidt family, being close biological relatives, actually pushed her out to be publicly humiliated. Each of them hid behind her. Were they really human?.

The press conference was scheduled for the day after tomorrow.

These days felt like an eternity for Daisy. She lost her appetite, suffered from insomnia, and was easily irritable.

She spent her entire afternoon in the wine cellar, drowning her sorrows in alcohol. Thinking about her years of effort being destroyed in an instant, she wept bitterly in the deserted wine cellar.

"It's better to think about why things turned out like this rather than crying here."

Daisy abruptly stopped crying when she saw Jameson approaching with a sardonic smile.

"W-Why?"

"Yes, why?"

her. He took a wine glass and poured

the years, he's been embezzling money, taking bribes, and enjoying the beauties others throw at him, yet none have

suddenly go south? Why, of all

Daisy, drunk from all the wine, couldn't

done recently?

Daisy suddenly realize something. "I-It's the Taylors?

"You're not completely hopeless."

"No matter how Timothy behaves in private, the Taylors have no grudge against him. Why bother going after him?

me?" Panic and confusion were written all over Daisy's face.

Even if you hold a press conference and clean up the mess for Schmidt Group, what's the

the Taylors will easily let you off?

let out a hysterical scream that echoed through the entire wine

with eyes that resembled those of someone watching a