Can’t Win Me Back

-On their way back, Jordan was in charge of driving while Angelina sat in the front passenger seat. Keeping Landon company, she said to him, “Mr. Landon, we need to keep our guard up for the time being.

“Jameson Schmidt is the owner of The Millennium, and he’ll definitely catch wind of what happened tonight at his clubhouse. I’m worried he might use your action against Preston tonight to stab you in the back.”

“Whatever. He’s just a paper tiger.” His tone was sharp and arrogant as ever. He rasped, “I’ve gotten what I wanted anyway. Preston’s man hurt you in the leg, so I took his arm. We’re even now. As for the rest, I don’t fucking care.”

“Mr. Landon, thank you for getting back at him on my behalf.” Angelina’s eyes grew misty. Choking, it took her a while to speak. “But I hope this will be the last time. I will avenge myself in the future. I do not want you to get into trouble over someone like me.”

He pursed his lips and fell silent.

“Mr. Landon, would you like to head home?” Jordan saw Landon having a shuteye in the back through the rearview mirror.

“Home? Do I still have a home?” Coughing, Landon felt the bitterness spread across him. “The moment Lauren left, I no longer have a home. I cannot bring myself to return to Sage Manor.”

These days, he called the hotel presidential suite his home, as he had nowhere else to go. With his wealth, he could have bought ten more villas, but he was scared of being alone in an empty house.

Any building that resembled a home would evoke his deep yearning for Lauren.

Each corner would reignite the happy memories he’d shared with her.

death. One day, he might be crushed under

he said in a hoarse

declined, “No, Mr. Landon. You’ve been smoking too much lately. The doctor made it clear that cigarettes and alcohol are bad for your health. You have a heavy responsibility on your shoulders,

she was speaking, Jordan stepped on the brakes, causing them

Landon narrowed

Jordan’s forehead. He honked repeatedly. “M-Mr. Landon, a

that the car, though not as expensive as the Harpers’, carried a unique monotone carplate. In Solana City, only the powerful or the politicians possessed carplates like

trouble. She said to Jordan in exasperation,

held the opposite view. “Let’s

troubled. “But Mr. Landon, that

traffic. If anything, they should have backed up and yielded to us. If they aren’t going to follow the rules, we don’t have to show them any

He accelerated and collided with the car ahead, causing the hood of the other car to spring

came over to argue with them,

you notice our special carplate at all? My goodness!” The driver yelled at them

finally made out the face of the man seated

she gasped, “Mr. Landon, that’s