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

time." Cyrus sat across from

upright bearing was not intimidated by the person

perhaps an example of the saying that

are 15 more minutes before the

I let

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 ten

drugs, he would have to release him and shoulder massive responsibility for

him next time might also become along shot!

spend more

I right?" Jameson leaned

look of frigidity came across his pale

watch with

have achat,

and Lyse worked together to

proof." "Didn't you also capture me here for a visit without any

burned

paper cup

say, though, the coffee at your station tastes

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

anxious? I'm not even

Unless...

me to confess?" Jameson crushed the paper cup into