Can’t Win Me Back

It had been almost 24 hours since Jameson was detained in the police station's interrogation room.

When he was at Kontina, countless people curried favor with him, sang praises about him, and sought favors from him.

The amount of people who kissed up to him was outrageous.

When he returned to his country, he ruled The Millennium at night.

Currently, he was in complete control of Schmidt Group.

He was an unparalleled leader whom many looked up to.

He was surrounded by endless power, money, and pride.

These placed him high up on a pedestal.

It had been a long time since he was last put in captivity and treated disrespectfully like this.

Every passing second and minute felt like ages.

It was excruciating.

More than that, it was humiliating.

"We're almost at the 24-hour mark.

When will I be able to leave?" Jameson sat on the cold and uncomfortable chair in the interrogation room with his legs crossed.

There was a chilling harshness behind his gold-framed glasses.

with the rush,

have lots of time." Cyrus sat across from him

intimidated by the person opposite him at

that

minutes before

could I let the

from here before the final second? I put in so much effort to get you to come in here."

His heart was pounding.

would only be ready in

final results showed that he wasn't taking drugs, he would have to release him

but capturing him next time might also become along shot! "T get

spend more

right?" Jameson leaned back

frigidity came across his pale

glanced at his watch with a piercingly

have

Lyse worked

you also capture me

rage burned within

the paper

the coffee at your station tastes fucking

Schmidt Group can fund the coffee beans for you people here." "Jameson Schmidt!" Cyrus' eyes turned red as

are you so anxious? I'm not even

Unless...

beat me up to force me to confess?" Jameson crushed the paper cup