Can’t Win Me Back

Carl tentatively asked, "Mr. Schmidt, will that crazy bitch... work with you?"

"I've stepped in. How could it not work?" Jameson raised his eyebrows arrogantly.

"Then let me congratulate you for removing another nuisance in advance."

Carl smiled with utmost sincerity. "Once David falls, Josh will be an easy target. By then, Victor will

have no one to rely on other than you. The entire Schmidt family will be yours."

"I hope so."

Squinting his eyes, Jameson raised his hand toward the vast black sky, and a complex emotion surged

in his gaze. "I was given a second life. I just hope not to disappoint his expectations."

"By the way, Mr. Schmidt, I just received news that your private plane is ready."

"Although it took quite some time, it was worth the wait."

Jameson lightly pushed his gold-rimmed glasses, a glint of coldness crossing his eyes. "Contact Inigo

and tell him everything is ready. He and his brothers can hit the road anytime."

Jameson's luxury car moved steadily in the direction of The Millennium.

series of major events and

help but

was under his control now—except for

Jameson clenched his fists unwillingly and asked in

the Taylor

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forehead and hastily reported, "We found out that

Taylor had mobilized people to find her, but

Lyse ran away from home? Why didn't you tell me earlier?" Jameson's pupils constricted

anxiously leaned forward.

Mr. Schmidt. The Taylor family's

people had to squat there day and night without sleep

clenched from nervousness.

the bridge of his nose. "This Lyse...

trees as a child. She would do anything to sneak out

be so mischievous as an adult. Winston is really strange. He knew

and wouldn't yield easily. How could he confine her like this?

"I wonder how Ms. Alyssa is doing now.