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 You have some nerve to work in media for receiving such slow and outdated information."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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notably somber. However, when he spoke of his youngest daughter, a rare warmth flickered in his sharp, eagle-like eyes. "Whether it's Lyse or Taty, they

a low profile. I was concerned it would disturb Taty's academic life, so I've never taken her to

given David, that imbecile, the opportunity to

Everyone was dumbfounded.

Winston was

how close Winston and Victor were. However, for his daughter, Winston didn't give a damn about making the Schmidt family look

humiliated. The Schmidt Group can kiss their plan

at the camera with gritted teeth. "Victor, if you have even an ounce of conscience, let that individual face the consequences he deserves

that he was breathing heavily. He frantically took the remote and turned

meant what he said and ensured he followed through

had blown out of proportion, involving Mr.Taylor's daughter, too.

could have intervened if that live

eyes on this matter. Even my

offending Mr. Taylor. If the higher-ups knew about it, I might

"T-Talk my ass!"

belonged to Victor,

appearance on the news, the lovebirds, having enjoyed a passionate night

Villa, woke up late and

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

a considerable amount of time blow-drying it, and managing it required extensive effort in terms of

found pleasure in the process and couldn't resist the

her well was an

amazing at this. It feels