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 You have some nerve to work in media for receiving such slow and outdated information."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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in his sharp, eagle-like eyes. "Whether it's Lyse or Taty, they are my everything. I've kept Taty out of the limelight because

low profile. I was concerned it would disturb Taty's academic life, so I've never taken her to public events. Everything I say or do

thought my protection toward my daughter had given David, that imbecile, the opportunity

Everyone was dumbfounded.

was

for his daughter, Winston didn't give a damn

their plan

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

breathing heavily. He

always meant what he said and ensured he followed through

it for yourself. Your son's situation had blown out of

"I could have intervened if that live

eyes on this matter. Even my higher-ups are

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

"T-Talk my ass!"

had belonged to Victor, he would have smashed it

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

Villa, woke up late and

had a towel wrapped around her body. She sat on the chair in the bathroom and allowed Jasper to help her blow dry

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

seemed bothered by the task. He found pleasure in the

of her and treating her well was an addiction he would never

this.