Can’t Win Me Back by Ginger Sue

Landon swallowed hard as he felt a burning passion ignite within him. He had decided what position he wanted to make love to
his delicate wife.
"Pervert!" Biting her red lips, Alyssa forcefully jabbed Jasper in the ribs with her elbow.
The three of them took their seats back in the living hall.
After a while, Lauren fell asleep watching the television. Angelina came downstairs and prepared them tea after settling Lauren
down.
She looked at Landon, wanting to say something, but stopped herself. She figured this wasn't the best time to report to him.
"I went back home." Landon lowered his head and drank his tea. His tone was low, and he sounded guilty. "Jasper, Lyse, I owe
you an apology. My grandfather managed to arrange for the police to release Zoe."
A cold glint instantly appeared in Jasper's eyes when he heard that name.
"She did something terrible, but it was not enough to convict her of it. I knew she would be released after being detained for half
a month."
Alyssa remained unfazed. She was calm. "However, even if Zoe were released, she would be as good as dead in this country—
she would be shunned by society.
"Her reputation has been dragged through the mud because of the negative news surrounding her. She can wave her dream to
be the center of attention and talk of the town goodbye.

"Even if she has the Harper family in her pocket, officials have banned her. She will never appear in public events, TV stations,
or livestream platforms. Being a pianist was completely out of the question.
"Sophia and Zoe were the nastiest women in Solana City. Their bad reputation would stand for generations."
"That's not enough. It will never be enough." A fiery flame swirled in Jasper's eyes as if they would devour everything. He
squeezed Alyssa's hand so tightly that it hurt. "She needs to die without a body to make up for the damage she did to Lyse.
We're letting her off too easily with this punishment.
"Landon, she may be your sister, but I have to say this. Even if the law lets her go, I won't. I will never let her go."
Alyssa's heart trembled as she rested her head on Jasper's shoulder. She felt an inexplicable sense of peace.
"Jasper, I don't think you have your chance to do so. I've sent her away." Landon sighed as his frown deepened. "My grandfather
and mother still want to protect her. I fought with them.
"But in the end, Zoe only got kicked out. I will monitor her closely and not let her enter the country again. Lyse, this is as much I
can do for now. I want to give her a piece of my mind too, but..." "You don't need to explain anymore, Landon. I know you're
caught between a rock and a hard place." Alyssa smiled lightly and comforted warmly, "I'm thankful enough for how much you've
done. It's enough. You don't need to do anything else.
"You are at a crucial season of your career. If you go overboard with how you handle Zoe, your annoying uncle will use it against
you and make things difficult. Your grandfather will have a bias toward you too. Don't underestimate these biases. They might be
the death of your victory to getting the Harper Group.
"Plus, besides seeing that bitch getting the justice she deserves, I am more eager to see you and Lauren being happy together. I
want to see her marry into the Harper family gloriously. Who cares about the obstacles ahead of you? You are strong enough to

defend and protect her."
Alyssa was implying that he should focus on establishing his authority in the Harper Group. His future with Lauren would be
bright with this authority in his hands.
"Lyse, Jasper, don't worry. Leave Lauren to me."
Landon looked at Alyssa gratefully and considered her a good friend for her kindness and understanding in wishing him and
Lauren happiness.
However, he wasn't jealous.
Lauren was the perfect woman in his eyes.
Jameson was in the shooting range practicing his gun skills when Carl hastily ran to him to report to him.
He was wearing a spotless white shirt and straight black suit pants. Black leather cuffs were clipped to his arms, restricting his
bulging biceps.
Beneath his gold-rimmed glasses, his gaze was as sharp as a knife. He held the gun with precision, aiming and firing three shots
at the target 100 yards away.
"Bang, bang, bang!"
Carl covered his ears as he admired his boss.