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.

the rush,

have lots of time." Cyrus sat across from him

upright bearing was not intimidated by the person

the saying that evil was powerless if the good was

are 15 more minutes before

let the distinguished

out from here before the final second? I put in so much effort to get you to come in here." Heaven Imew how panicked Cyrus

His heart was pounding.

urinalysis would only be ready in

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

might

to spend more

Jameson leaned

look of frigidity came across his

watch with a piercingly cold

Let's have

Lyse worked together to set me up." Cyrus' chest

uttered, "Jameson, don't hurl accusations without any proof." "Didn't you also capture

rage burned within his

the paper cup

the coffee at your

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

are you so anxious? I'm not

Unless...

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