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 bead

used your own mother

her die right in front of you." Justin's tone was playful; whether impressed or mocking

merciless you can be." Jameson's heart

blurred with tears as he gazed at the woman before

loss of his only family crashed down on

version of him—could no

he was nothing more than a soulless bastard willing

to drug your own mother, it

Jameson's pupils

equivalent to taking a knife and piercing it

the living

is a box

you." Justin's

gift, if you will."

feel any joy

"Will do, Mr.

got to his feet stiffly, left the room, and

a beautiful mahogany

wasn't

Island as well? A

by step, Jameson approached the table, opened the box with one hand, and found

gave off a faint, unsettling

black pill, holding it