Can’t Win Me Back

Victor felt as though he was punched in the guts. “You loser… Josh Schmidt, you’re a fucking loser!”

Josh grew anxious when he noticed the majority of public opinion in favor of Jameson. He nearly broke his phone out of anger. “Jameson Schmidt, is this your doing? You must have leaked the news!”

“Josh, how can you be so clueless?” Jameson shook his head. “What do I gain from leaking the news? What good will it do for the company? I do not want a pyrrhic victory. Besides, I don’t even have to mess with you. You’re totally capable of doing that to yourself.”

Josh, utterly provoked, bellowed, “Jameson Schmidt, you petty, evil prick!”

A smirk played on Jameson’s lips as he maintained his gentlemanly image.

Victor wasn’t looking, Jameson showed a glimpse

his forehead. He had a complicated look in his

investors funded this media outlet. We can’t exert control over them, which is why they fearlessly pressured you and

his eyes in fury. “Winston Taylor, I saved your life before. We’re friends of 30 years. How could you destroy me over

I know, Mr. Winston has been unwell and even fell into a coma for days. I don’t think

Josh. Perhaps he has laid out the trap from the very beginning.” Although Jameson knew that Alyssa was behind the news leak, he clung to his delusion of marrying

the rage, Victor punched the coffee table. “Just wait and see, all of you Taylors! I’m