Can’t Win Me Back by Ginger Sue

The venue was in chaos, and security personnel were deployed to maintain order.
However, the event was grand, and numerous media outlets were invited. All the reporters swarmed Timothy, trapping him in the
middle and making it difficult for him to move.
That was how the media industry worked. For them, scandals were like blood in the water, and they were the sharks.
Moreover, this was an epic scandal.
Victor's son-in-law, the hottest contender in the city's mayoral election, was actually involved in embezzlement and illicit affairs.
Who wouldn't want to be the first to report this? Every reporter was eager to devour Timothy alive.
"Mr. Hodgson, should I contact headquarters to send more personnel? The situation is getting out of control." Orlander's
secretary hurriedly approached Orlander.
Standing in an inconspicuous corner, Orlander left the spacious stage to his rival with a smile that suggested he enjoyed
watching the spectacle.
"Let's just quietly enjoy the show. You don't need to do anything. But make sure to protect me and my wife, lest a bigger
spectacle unfold, and we get caught up later."
To prevent the situation from worsening, the Schmidt family increased security personnel to guard both the front and back doors
of the venue.
At this moment, three black cars lined up at the entrance.

As the doors opened, prosecutors, dressed in suits with badges displayed, quickly exited the vehicles.
Leading the way was Silas. His eyes were bright, and he had a solemn expression. It was a far cry from his playful demeanor in
front of his family.
His powerful presence was so intense that it made people hold their breath and refrain from staring.
Upon seeing the procession of prosecutors approaching, the security guard at the entrance was intimidated.
"Please make way. Don't delay our work." Silas spoke calmly, with a cold and composed expression.
The security guard dared not obstruct, nodding in agreement as he made way for them.
Upon entering the hall, Silas pressed the Bluetooth earpiece on his left ear and contacted Alyssa. "Lyse, I'm in."
"What? How did it go so smoothly? That's a bit unexpected," Alyssa expressed some surprise.
"Look at who you're talking to. In critical moments, it has to be me—"
Unexpectedly, Silas only managed to keep up the act for three seconds before Schmidt Group's men swiftly arrived, forming an
impenetrable barrier.
"Uh-oh, someone got slapped in the face."
Alyssa's playful laughter echoed in Silas' ear. "It seems it's not as smooth as you imagined."
"Can you see me?" Silas whispered, looking around.
"Of course. Not only can I see you, but I can also see what's happening inside the venue."

On the other end, Alyssa had her chin resting on her hand. From the screen, she watched Timothy being besieged by the crowd
and a pale Victor, who was torn between leaving and staying.
She couldn't help but smile happily. "This is really a must-watch spectacle."
Silas straightened his posture and tightened his tie. "Hmph! Just watch, Lyse. I'll add the most intense scene to this spectacle
today."
"Don't you need to get in first?"
As soon as Alyssa said that, Jasper's warm hand encircled her, gently rubbing her shoulders. "Lyse, don't worry. As I said, I have
people inside. Silas will surely get in."
Alyssa's eyes were narrowed from her smile as she leaned against Jasper's chest.
She had been independent all these years, whether as his wife or a doctor without borders. She was like a proud and blooming
rose with thorns.
But since she had Jasper, she just wanted to be an ordinary woman.
No matter what, he always spoiled her and gave her an irreplaceable sense of security.
"Sorry, there's an important event here today. You can't go in," said a Schmidt Group's bodyguard.
"Silas Taylor, prosecutor of Solana City Investigative Bureau."