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.

was here to challenge him! Matilda was enraged. She was about to speak up when Marc said, "Mr. Schmidt, if you chere to visit me, you've seen me. Can you leave now?" His gaze

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 feel weak. "Show him the way out, Matsy!" "I want to acquire The Ivory Group." With a cold smirk on his face, Jameson went straight to the point and revealed his ambition. He was highly conceited! "What... What did you say?" Marc burned with anger, and his pale face flushed

sweat, and tears! 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 over 300 million dollars to help land them projects in and

back! Right now, Jameson was here to covet The Ivory? How could he put up with this? If he did, it was equivalent to having this son of a bitch trample all over him! Marc chuckled. "It isn't tfor bed yet, but you're already in dreamland, Mr. Schmidt?" Marc's eyes were filled with fury, and his body trembled. "The

I have officially taken over Schmidt Group. Half of Solana City belongs to me, and the other half to

visit our territories every other day. Do you think

palms, and Carl respectfully presented him with a stack of checks. Jameson smiled and said "With this amount of your 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

as he received the check

didn't last for long. Marc tore his check worth hundreds of millions into shreds! Jameson's face dropped, and the look

eyes bulged with anger. He flung the shreds of paper at Jameson, and they fell to the ground. "Take your 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 shall use a different approach with you."

to be prosecuted for murder. If he's lucky, he'd get a death

the transfer agreement, I promise Mr. Nathan