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."

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

mentions of death.” The smile on Jameson's face froze.

locally and abroad. It's very normal for users to feel sick

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

poured himself a glass of whiskey. He calmly added, "The man who died was from The Ivory

be so sure?" Still skeptical, Aidan argued, “It's still a death, and it happened

brains by expanding the company business just on pharmaceutical sales. In comparison, his eldest son, Aidan, seemed like a total

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

I admit that the drug has a side effect—it triggers the dormant illness in a human. The dead man might have had epilepsy without knowing it,” Jameson calmly downed the alcohol