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."

Victor's gesture with a cold stare. "I

a mixture of embarrassment and outrage. But as the head of the Schmidts, he couldn't afford to stoop to the level of a dead man. "As one of the Big Four, I shared

had no need for your acquaintance,” Landon replied tersely, his lips pressed into a thin line. "And he wouldn't have wanted to

Victor and Jameson. The sharp, unexpected insult left Victor speechless. Reddened with fury,

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

Mr. Cornelius didn't cultivate many friendships in the business world during his lifetime. Looking around, I see a gathering of individuals who couldn't make much

Schmidts, however, came to offer our condolences. If you chase away the few allies you have left, Mr. Harper, who will

her. She longed to silence his infuriating pronouncements with a well- placed slap. But Jasper's firm grip on her waist restrained her, preventing her from

outrage simmered within him, churning his stomach. He'd never backed down from a fight, but this was his grandfather's