Can’t Win Me Back

That night, Sheryl was brought into an interrogation room adjacent to Jasper's for questioning.

Rio was Gabe's subordinate, but he wasn't privy to the full details of the situation.

All he knew was that completing this task could give him an edge over his rival, Cyrus, and secure his standing within Gabe's ranks.

To Rio, Cyrus was nothing more than a privileged man from a prestigious family, competing unfairly with those less fortunate.

Rio was determined to prove himself superior, showing Cyrus how he dealt with Jasper, his future brother-in-law, and forcing him to admit defeat.

Fearless in the face of wealth and authority, Rio boldly took on the president of Beckett Group, Jasper.

He believed such audacity would earn him public admiration and a sterling reputation.

However, Rio never considered the possibility that Sheryl might have her own stakes in this matter.

To him, she was just another suspect.

"Mr. Beckett claims you provided him with the drugs," Rio began, his tone stern.

"What do you have to say about that?" Sheryl acted as if she was hearing this for the first time.

She blinked innocently.

"I didn't! I have no idea why he would say that.

I've never given him any drugs.

Officer, could this be his attempt to deflect blame and drag me down with him? You shouldn't just take his word for it and accuse me unfairly.

I'm innocent!" Rio's voice hardened.

his

to Seaview Manor

opportunity and motive to plant narcotics

and his secretary, Xavier Hall,

specialization aligns with the origins of Crystal Ice, which began as a sedative

suspicion?" Sheryl's heart sank, but she kept her

because I'ma doctor, I'm automatically a suspect in drug dealing? That's

doubt me, search my

Investigate my contacts.

linked to any

I'm not

can

is unjust!" Even though Rio was not as competent as Cyrus

leaned forward, his gaze

just

Justin,

worked for

no stranger to the

Beckett family has

younger son, holds

older brother might harbor

use someone close to him—like you— to sabotage Jasper and claim the upper hand?" Sheryl felt a flicker of

was inching toward

a lie

she forced a calm demeanor, her lips curling

That's an imaginative story, Officer, but it's

"Mr.