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."

stare. "I don't recall

he couldn't afford to stoop to the level of a

lips pressed into a thin line. "And he wouldn't have wanted to

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

our families. This is Mr. Cornelius’ funeral,

swept across the empty 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

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

infuriating pronouncements with a well- placed slap. But Jasper's firm grip on

down from a fight, but this was his grandfather's funeral, the first major event since he assumed leadership of the