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.

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lots of time." Cyrus sat across

not intimidated by

saying that evil was powerless if the

more minutes before the

I 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 felt

His heart was pounding.

Jameson's urinalysis would only be ready in

showed that he wasn't taking drugs, he would

might also become along shot! "T get it

to spend more time chatting

right?" Jameson leaned back

look of frigidity came across his pale

watch with a piercingly

have achat,

worked together to

by word, he uttered, "Jameson, don't hurl accusations without any proof." "Didn't you also capture me here for a visit without any

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paper cup

I've got to say, though, the coffee

coffee beans for you people here." "Jameson

you so anxious? I'm

Unless...

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