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

upright bearing was not intimidated by the person opposite him at

was perhaps an example of the saying that evil was powerless if the good was

15 more minutes before the

let the distinguished

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.

would only

results showed that he wasn't taking drugs, he would

him next time might also become

spend more

Jameson leaned back

came across

at his watch

have

Lyse worked

also capture me here for a visit without any evidence?" Any look of glee disappeared from

rage burned within his

paper

say, though, the coffee at

budget, Schmidt Group can fund the coffee beans for you people here." "Jameson Schmidt!" Cyrus' eyes

anxious? I'm not

Unless...

you trying to beat me up to force me