Can’t Win Me Back

A terrifying silence hung over the other end of the call.

Sweat beaded on Jameson's temples as his heart pounded anxiously.

"Congratulations, Mr. Schmidt.

Your wish came true, and you've finally gotten your woman," Justin's unmistakable voice came through, crisp and laced with amusement.

"T need to thank you for coming up with this plan for me and making all of this happen.

Otherwise, I wouldn't have Lyse come to me so easily." Jameson's deep eyes burned with passion.

His voice, however, was rough and full of regret as he continued, "But I'm afraid I can never return to Solana City.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Justin.

I couldn't clear the path for you or eliminate your opponent.

Even the experiment on the new drug had to be halted.

I deserve to die." "Indeed, you do deserve to die." Justin's voice dropped, deep and cold.

The words wrapped around Jameson like a chokehold.

Suffocation crept in, cold sweat running down his stiffened back.

"But you've managed to take the love of my brother's life away.

It's as good as killing him." With a broad smile, Justin continued, " I'd say you've made amends." Relief washed over Jameson.

for your

he breathed, a single

even used your own mother in your

Justin's tone was

impressive how merciless you can be." Jameson's

tears as he gazed at the

family crashed down on him, splintering him inside, his entire being consumed

no longer be

distance from the wicked, and he was nothing more than

the guts to drug your own mother, it shouldn't be

pupils constricted

suggestion was equivalent to taking a knife and

to the

a box on the tea

Justin's voice was smooth,

will." The word

feel any joy from

"Will do, Mr.

to his feet stiffly, left the room, and went to the living

he saw a beautiful mahogany

wasn't here

on Rose Island as well? A shiver

the table, opened the box with one hand, and found three pills inside—white,

gave off a

picked up the black pill, holding it between his fingers, studying it