Can’t Win Me Back by Ginger Sue

Zoe said, "He confessed to everything. No one instructed him. He operated alone."
A sinister smile suddenly crept onto Zoe's face. "Besides, even if I did it, do you have any proof? Show me your evidence."
Landon's fist slammed into the wall next to Zoe's head, leaving her mortified and breathless.
"You listen to me. No one is going to be this lucky forever. No one can keep stepping on others to get their way either."
Landon took a deep breath and stared at her. His eyes had no trace of any brotherly love. "Mr. Horatio watched you grow up,
treated you like his own daughter, and was loyal to the Harpers. That is why he was willing to take the blame for you.
"But not everyone is like Mr. Horatio. You've done many terrible things. Soon, you'll pay for all your treacherous deeds. Everyone
will turn their backs on you, and you'll rot in hell alone."
"Hahaha! Landon, I advise you not to mess with me. You've lost your father, and you've abandoned your sister. Do you want to
turn your back on your mother as well?
"Mom loves me to bits, and I am her everything. If something happens to me, what do you think will become of our frail and sickly
mother? Do you honestly believe she will survive?" Zoe shook her head in disdain, a proud and mocking glint dancing in her
eyes.
Landon was taken aback. The veins on his sturdy arms were about to pop.
Preston was so red with anger that he glared intensely. He thought the entire family was filled with cowards who desired glory
but would scurry away during tough times.

"Dad, let's get out of here!" He couldn't bear to stay any longer. While quick to find a solution, his hands were tied when it came
to handling the aftermath of the broadcast incident.
"No, we can't leave!"
Cornelius' haggard face was drained of color, and the hand holding his walking stick trembled slightly. "If we leave now, there will
be no more pride left for the Harpers."
So, he could only assert his authority as the head of the family. He pleaded for a chance to make things right with the millions of
broadcast viewers and swiftly cut ties with Max. "Max, I brought you home from the orphanage. I gave you education like how I
did with my sons. I have never mistreated you and given you food and shelter.
"The Harpers had treated you generously. How could you commit such a terrible and malicious act? I've always treated you as
my own, but what have you taken us for? Max, you've disappointed me.
"Now, the evidence is clear. You are the culprit behind this. Mr. Taylor, Mr. Beckett, you can do whatever you want. We'll comply.
Not only that, the Harper Group will take full responsibility for the hurt he caused Ms. Alyssa."
Alyssa couldn't help but smile coldly at what was happening.
When Jasper presented the evidence, the Harpers had been indifferent, aiming to protect their own. Now, they had made a 180-
degree shift in their attitude, acting pragmatically.
Cornelius' plea sounded grandiose. It sounded as if he had covered all his bases.
Yet, Jasper remained unsatisfied. Gently holding Alyssa's waist, he said in a low and cold voice, "Mr. Cornelius, do you believe
you can wash your hands clean with just this?"

"Mr. Beckett, I've left Max for you to handle as you wish. We're also taking responsibility for what happened. What else do you
want?" Cornelius noticed how Jasper was taking advantage of them. He hated Jasper so much that his body was trembling.
"Of course, we want an apology."
Then, Jameson, who had been silent for a long time, appeared with impeccable timing. Speaking slowly, he said, "Mr. Cornelius,
you groomed Max since he was a child. Now, he attempted murder and handicapped KS Group's million-dollar racehorse. Lyse
is injured, and we are unsure if this will pose more health problems for her in the future.
"Taking full responsibility for this is right. However, as the head of the Harper family, shouldn't you apologize to Uncle Winston
and Lyse?" Jameson articulated precisely what Jasper wanted to convey, hitting the point with every sentence.
However, Jasper couldn't care less. This was the outcome he wanted.