Can’t Win Me Back by Ginger Sue

Alyssa held onto Jasper's muscular arm, confidently raising her eyebrows. "As long as we don't take any further actions and
maintain a low profile, Jamiper will be unable to contain himself and will find a way to deal with David."
The next day, when the stock market opened, Schmidt Group's stock prices showed a decline, as expected. The drop was so
quick that it was a heart-wrenching sight.
As the Clemons couple's legal battles unfolded, Schmidt Group's reputation took a nosedive, and the entire company began to
display indications of internal turmoil.
Victor continued his hospitalization on the third day while Josh was called in by the prosecutor.
On the fourth day, Winston was cornered by the media when attending a meeting. He was asked about his views on the Schmidt
family.
"Mr. Taylor, we heard that you have a close relationship with Mr. Victor. What's your opinion on the Schmidt family's recent
situation?"
Winston's expression was cold, and he responded indifferently, "Mr. Victor and I were only business partners. Don't let the
tabloids mislead you.
"If you ask for my opinion, I can only say that when you make a mistake, you must admit it and accept the consequences. I hope
the Schmidt family can learn from this lesson and not disappoint the public again."
Victor happened to see this interview in the hospital. He was so angry that he lifted a chair and smashed the TV.
Days passed, and Alyssa and Jasper took no further action.

As Alyssa expected, the usually calm Jameson couldn't sit idly by.
Initially, he didn't want to take action. But seeing that the storm was about to pass, he was afraid he would miss the opportunity if
he remained idle.
That night, he arrived at the detention center with Carl to meet Daisy.
It had only been a few days since this once-pampered heiress became a prisoner. Yet she looked disheveled and miserable, no
longer resembling a human.
Not only that, her face was bruised and swollen, indicating that even the female inmates couldn't tolerate such a vile act of
forcing women into prostitution.
"Daisy, it's been a while. How have you been?"
With a contented smile, Jameson rested his chin on his hand, gazing at her through a perforated glass. "Put away that
hypocritical and nauseating face of yours, scumbag!" Daisy gritted her teeth.
Her eyes were filled with bloodshot veins, looking like a wolf ready to break out of the cage and bite off his throat.
"Don't be too happy! Dad and Josh will get me out! When I get out, I'll break your neck! Just wait!"
"Daisy, even at this point, you still have hope for those men? How naive."
Jameson smiled mockingly. "If they wanted to save you, they would have taken action long ago. Why haven't they made a move
when you're almost sentenced?

"If they don't want to save you, fine. But you're family. You've endured torment in those cells. Have they visited you? Have they
made arrangements for someone to look after you in there? Can't they do these things that are well within their capabilities for
you?"
Smirking, he leaned back and pushed up his glasses. "In the end, it's still me, your dearest little brother, who cares about you."
Daisy's whole body surged with a chill. A complex mix of emotions—confusion, grievance, pain, and resentment—twisted her
features.
Jameson was right. With Victor's and Josh's abilities, why couldn't they make her life a bit easier?
They displayed no concern whatsoever. They planned to sacrifice her and abandon her completely! How could they do that?
"Damn it! They're all scumbags! Animals!" Daisy screamed. A female police officer rushed forward, pressing her onto the table.
Jameson smiled inwardly, but he wore a worried expression on his face. "Since we can't change anything, why not let me be the
one to channel your anger? What do you think?"