Can’t Win Me Back

The Schmidt Group tried to contain the incident with the live broadcast. However, David's reputation was as good as garbage. Everyone wanted to kick him to the ground and watch the Schmidt Group burn.

Plus, a lesser-known daughter of the Taylor family was the one who accused him. This added spice to the whole spectacle, increasing the popularity of the news by a mile.

If the news continued to garner popularity, the police would detain David until further notice.

Even Victor, setting aside his ego, went to beg the police station captain. However, at that very moment, Winston, the wealthiest tycoon, had become the latest hot topic. The news was being broadcast on the television in the office.

Surprisingly, Winston was being interviewed after cutting the ribbon at an opening event of a new project.

The reporter asked, "Mr. Taylor, during the live broadcast two days ago, the woman who claimed to be your daughter..."

"Claimed?"

Winston's face darkened instantly as he retorted rudely, "Which news agency are you from? You have some nerve to work in media for receiving such slow and outdated information."

Everyone was so intimidated by his authority that they didn't dare let out a breath.

The hand of the reporter who held the microphone started shaking.

"That is my daughter, the youngest in the Taylor family. Lyla, my third wife, is her mother."

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eagle-like eyes. "Whether it's Lyse or Taty, they are my everything. I've

disturb Taty's academic life, so I've never taken her to public events. Everything

thought my protection toward my daughter had given David, that

Everyone was dumbfounded.

Winston was

his daughter, Winston didn't give a damn about making

had been utterly humiliated. The Schmidt Group can kiss their plan to cover it goodbye. I will

you have

breathing heavily. He

ensured he followed through on his

seen it for yourself. Your son's situation had blown out of proportion, involving

have intervened if that live broadcast did not

has their eyes on this matter. Even my higher-ups are aware. If

in an awkward position for offending Mr. Taylor. If the higher-ups knew about it, I might lose my

"T-Talk my ass!"

had belonged to Victor,

news, the lovebirds,

late and took

a towel wrapped around her body. She sat on the chair in the bathroom and

hair was as soft as silk and exceptionally thick. Jasper consistently invested a considerable amount of time blow-drying it, and managing it required extensive effort in terms of

Jasper never seemed bothered by the task. He found pleasure in the process and couldn't resist the joy of taking care of her

was an

amazing at this. It