Can’t Win Me Back

Remy pursed his lips, bending down to pick up the fallen poker card. It was the King of Spades-an entry pass to Kings' Club.

"My attacker was..."

Remy's pupils constricted as he tightened his grip on the card.

"It can only be that dear uncle of mine, always claiming to see me as his own son." Justin's lips curled into a sinister smile. "He's trying to get rid of my right-hand man, taking advantage of my internal feud with Jasper. Weakening me is just his first step toward gaining control over me.

"He's been a fugitive ever since his successful prison break, never returning to Cyrris after receiving his life sentence. His power base remains in Kontina.

"I'm the last surviving Dutton. The Dutton Group, as a cover, has declared bankruptcy and severed all ties with the country.

"My dear uncle has taken a huge risk just to target me. He sent his men to attack you in Solana City. What a delightful surprise. It seems he truly doesn't trust me, his only remaining family."

Remy lowered his gaze, his eyes dim. "He's wary of you because he's afraid you'll supersede him."

Justin clicked his tongue. "Supersede him? Zachary is nothing but a stepping stone for me my ticket to Kings' Club and greater power overseas. Once I complete the new drug research, I'll replace him as one of their VIPS." Justin's eyes gleamed with ambition. The future of a ruler stretched before him.

the new

subjected to torturous experiments

his tone cold.

need to secure Project A5. That's my key to

darkness, Justin's gaze fell on

"Hello, Mr. Gentry."

Rafe coughed. "Mr. Beckett..."

"I know that Beckett Group has been facing challenges lately. I hate to bother

patience thinned. "Just get straight to

need to reconsider. Your share prices have been plummeting, and after the press conference incident, public opinion is against you. If I continue backing

ties and looking for another partner?"

not cutting ties! I just believe that when there's life, there's

Beckett Group's best connection in Solana City. In fact, I've secured a document for a cultural city project set to begin bidding in three years. I

dripped with mock gratitude. "How kind of you. But before you