Can’t Win Me Back

From the moment Jameson entered, his gaze was fixated on Alyssa with desire. She found herself unable to escape it, no matter how hard she tried.

Disgust curdled in her stomach, and she ripped her eyes away, muttering a scathing curse under her breath.

Jasper regarded Jameson with seriousness. He suppressed his anger and held Alyssa's hand tightly in his.

Jameson's gaze, lingering on their intertwined fingers, darkened. A teasing smile, out of place in the somber atmosphere, stretched across his lips.

Landon saw it too. His fists clenched, his knuckles turning white. He yearned for a peaceful farewell for his grandfather. If this weren't a mourning hall, he wouldn't hesitate to wipe that infuriating smirk off Jameson's face.

"My condolences, Mr. Landon," Victor offered, stepping forward with a hand extended. "Although considering your new position, perhaps Mr. Harper would be more fitting."

cold stare. "I don't recall inviting you to

couldn't afford to stoop to the level of a dead man. "As one of the Big Four, I shared a long association with Mr.

your acquaintance,” Landon replied tersely, his lips pressed into a thin line. "And he wouldn't have wanted to see you

through the room, all eyes fixed on the stunned Victor and Jameson. The sharp, unexpected insult left Victor speechless. Reddened with fury, he opened his

feuds between our families. This is Mr. Cornelius’ funeral, and we've

mourning hall, his smile appearing forced and insincere. "It seems Mr. Cornelius didn't cultivate many friendships in the business world during his lifetime. Looking around, I see a

our condolences. If you chase away the few allies you have left, Mr. Harper, who will do

pronouncements with a

his stomach. He'd never backed down from a fight, but this was his grandfather's