Can’t Win Me Back

The light in Jameson's eyes dimmed when he learned about it. "Make him wait for me in another lounge."

After settling the other client, Jameson took some time off to join Aidan at the lounge next door.

Right after he opened the door, Aidan, who was drinking alcohol to calm his nerves, shot up and rushed up to him.

Aidan glared at him. "What went wrong? Why did people die from it?" "Mr. Aidan, I'm afraid I have no clue what you're talking about,” Jameson wondered with a calm smile, a stark contrast to Aidan's panic. Although no one else was in the lounge, Aidan made sure to speak in a whisper, "Are there quality issues with the latest delivery you provided for me? I distributed it just twice, and people had been overdosing and dying on it."

Still smiling, Jameson brushed off Aidan's worries. "Drugs are poison. Isn't it normal for addicts to die from overdosing?"

“But I have not seen a man who went crazy and dropped dead after taking it twice!"

"Well, now you have."

Schmidt, you'd better not mess with me! You'll not get off the hook if something happens to me! You and

ominous to casually throw around the mentions of death.” The smile on Jameson's face froze. He

explained, "That drug is a new product locally and abroad. It's very normal

that a man who took this drug went crazy, collapsed, and died on the streets. It was like epilepsy!" Gravely concerned, Aidan fretted, "The police will definitely perform an autopsy on him and trace it back to Lovelace Pharmaceuticals. What are we going

calmly added, "The man

“It's still a death, and it happened

his head with a contemptuous smile. Joseph Lovelace proved his brains by expanding the company business just on pharmaceutical sales. In comparison, his eldest son,

of all, he suffered from a heart attack. No matter what he took before his death, it was not

dead man might have had epilepsy without knowing it,” Jameson calmly downed the alcohol while making up half-truths