Can’t Win Me Back by Ginger Sue

"Lyse, if you're planning a future with me in it, does it mean you're willing to marry me?" Jasper flashed a cheeky grin and
pinched Alyssa's cheek.
Alyssa protested, "No! I'm not marrying you. That was ..."
She had just thought that his proposal was shabby.
At the police station, Cyrus was facing a dilemma. The time limit for Sophia's detention had lapsed, and both the Beckett family
and his superiors were exerting pressure to release Sophia within the next two hours.
The clock was ticking.
Simon Lynch emerged from the interrogation room after speaking with Sophia. He strolled over to Cyrus' desk, arrogantly
crossing his legs. Lifting his chin, he sneered, "Chief Taylor, I understand your desire to seek justice for your sister, but everyone
is equal under the law. No innocent citizen shall be treated unfairly.
"Abusing your authority against Sophia serves no purpose. It only exposes your inadequacy as a law enforcement officer. You're
too young, lacking the experience and vision of your seniors."
"Are you saying that Sophia Kirkman is an innocent citizen?" Cyrus raised a skeptical brow and directed a piercing gaze at
Simon's smug face. "Mr. Lynch, you're full of shit. Why else would you have said that?"
"You—" Simon's face reddened with anger. As he was about to slam the table, he held back at the thought of his social standing.
He gritted his teeth. "Chief Taylor, you'd be naive to think I can't take action against you because you're Winston Taylor's son.
What you did was a personal attack. I could file a complaint against you."

"Do it if you dare," Cyrus smirked, knowing fully that Simon was nothing more than a bully who preyed on the weak. Sometimes,
he couldn't help but muse about the stark contrast between Sean, the gentleman, and his wretched older brother Simon.
"Chief Taylor, it's time to give up," Simon remarked.
He leaned against the chair and haughtily checked his wristwatch. "You have two hours. What's the point of putting up a futile
defense? The outcome will not change. You're just a lowly policeman who could change nothing. If I were you, I'd rather act in
the capacity of Cyrus Taylor. That might be more effective in getting what you want." "Hah, what nonsense. Who do you think you
are?" Cyrus stared squarely at Simon's annoying face and emphasized, "Sophia Kirkman will be detained until the time is up,
even if there are only two hours left." Simon shrugged. "I'm fine with it as long as it doesn't stop me from catching up on my TV
show tonight."
Beneath Cyrus' composed demeanor, he clenched his fist in silent frustration, cursing Simon for being passive-aggressive.
Was there no hope for a miracle in Sophia's case?
At that moment, a policewoman rushed over, exclaiming, "Chief Taylor, someone has turned himself in!"
"Which case is this?"
"It's Sophia Kirkman's case. The man claims he supplied Sophia with drugs. He has evidence proving her drug use!"
Upon hearing this, Cyrus's eyes lit up, his heart racing. Meanwhile, Simon held his breath, stunned by the unexpected turn of
events.
Cyrus inquired, "What's his name?"

Right then, Tristan confidently approached Cyrus, a faint smile playing on his lips.