Can’t Win Me Back

The Ivory Group was facing troubles both internally and externally. They were like a cat on a hot tin roof. Marc's right hand, Nathan, had been arrested, and Colene had gone to take charge of the gang.

Matilda was the only person he had left by his side.

Marc took a deep breath. His gaze was gloomy. He studied Jameson's arrogant face and the mysterious intention in those eyes behind his gold-framed glasses.

Matilda had seen all kinds of crafty people after being by Marc's side for so many years. Jameson was giving off an air of wild ambition and murderous intent. She had a feeling that Jameson wasn't here for a friendly visit.

"You don't look too good, Mr. Waters. I can see that you are very sick." Carl had already moved a chair over for Jameson without waiting for Marc's prompt. Jameson then helped himself and sat down elegantly.

challenge him! Matilda was enraged. She was about to speak up when Marc said, "Mr. Schmidt, if you chere to

and crossed his legs. In a calm tone, he explained, "Coming to visit you is just one part of it. My main purpose for coming is to talk business with you." "You and I... We have nothing to talk about!" Marc was starting to

And he didn't do it on his own. Winston had given him endless help from behind the scenes all these years. He had pumped in a total of

bed yet, but

Schmidt Group. Half of Solana City belongs to

with you on the business side things and have the authorities visit our territories every other day. Do you think that the business dealings of the Ivory would be able to last?" Matilda could clearly feel the blood draining from Marc's hands. In his anxiousness and rage, he started shaking

treatments. Not only that money, you will have enough they will be enough for you and your wife tardive comfortably for the rest of your life. "If you miss out on this opportunity, no one will want The Ivory when it falls apart in the future. No one would take it even if you gave it to them for free." Jameson wrote down a string of numbers that an average person could only dream of. He tore out the check and handed it to Carl. Then, Carl walked over and gave

was labored as he received the check in his

be even wider. But his delight didn't last for long. Marc tore his check worth hundreds

filthy money and scram!" Carl glared at him. He was about to charge at him when Jameson lifted his hand calmly and stopped him. "If this is your response, I

If he's lucky, he'd get a death sentence. If

sign the transfer agreement, I promise Mr. Nathan will return to your side in one piece within a