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.

you for your

wish come true," he breathed, a single bead of sweat tracing his cheek "For

you even used your own mother

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

truly impressive how merciless you

he gazed at the woman

down on him, splintering him inside, his

of him—could no longer be called

distance from the wicked, and he was nothing more than a soulless bastard

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

Jameson's pupils constricted

suggestion was equivalent to taking

the

box

you." Justin's voice was

wedding gift, if you will." The word "wedding" dripped with

couldn't feel any joy from his

"Will do, Mr.

Jameson got to his feet stiffly, left the room, and went to

heart sank when he saw a beautiful mahogany box on

box wasn't

Island as well? A

with one hand, and found

gave off a

up the black pill, holding it between his fingers,