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Can’t Win Me Back by Ginger Sue

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Then, Josh flashed a generous smile and patted Jameson on the shoulder, saying, "Dad is getting old,

and recent events have taken a toll on him. It's time for him to rest. Come to me for work discussions

instead of bothering Dad."

"That's right, Jimmy. You have a lot to learn from Josh—he's the president after all," Victor chimed in,

reinstating his trust and respect for his eldest.

Jameson glared at Josh, his deep eyes spelling danger, but managed a humble smile. "Josh is indeed

capable. I have much to learn from him. Josh, best of luck with your new project."

Leaving the study with a scowl, Jameson walked down the corridor. Josh caught up, calling out,

"Jimmy, why the rush? Dad wants to have dinner with all of us."

"Do you really want to have dinner with me?" Jameson spun around and fixed his piercing gaze on

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Josh.

"Of course. Why not?" Josh broke into a smile, unable to suppress the glee from his recent victory. "I

enjoy seeing you seething from losing out to me. More than anything, I'd like to see your disappointed

face when you're seated across from your victim, who is now safe and sound. That must be really

amusing to see."

"I'm afraid I'll have to let you down. I'll never waste my energy on trashy people and events," Jameson

snapped and adjusted his glasses.

"Tsk," Josh replied, clicking his tongue. He did not clap back at Jameson because he was in a good

mood as he had regained Victor's approval.

"Mr. Schmidt!" Carl hurried over to Jameson, hushing when he noticed Josh.

"Does everyone address you as Mr. Schmidt?" Josh taunted. "There's only one Mr. Schmidt in this

family —me, the president of the company. But I'll generously allow you to indulge in your fantasies."

Then, he took out a hanky and absentmindedly wiped his hand that patted Jameson on the shoulder.

"And you shall remain a sewer rat, ruling over your men in the darkness."

Josh then tossed the hanky near Jameson's feet and marched away.

Jameson might not have been offended by Josh's previous insults, but Josh's final remark had utterly

crushed him. His glasses could no longer hide the menacing look in his eyes.

"Fuck! Does that scoundrel think he owns the company just because of a minor success?" Carl spat

and cursed on Jameson's behalf.

"Why would he suddenly get hold of a Tsulu resort development project? Look into this later," Jameson

gritted his teeth furiously and ordered Carl.

"Got it, Mr. Schmidt." Carl handed Jameson a long stainless steel sanitization box with two hands. "Sir

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wanted you to have this. It just arrived today."

Jameson felt his chest tighten. He took the box and held it tight.

Carl added, "Sir also has a message for you. He said to give it careful consideration before you take

the drug. It's potent."

"I got it," croaked Jameson.

"Mr. Schmidt, the netizens have been attacking Ms. Alyssa online ever since Josh dragged her through

the mud. Would you like me to handle it?" Carl asked courteously.

A dangerous look arose in Jameson's eyes as he squeezed the box out of shape. Moments later, he

heaved a heavy sigh and replied, "It's fine."

Stunned, Carl gasped, "A-Are you really letting go?"