Can’t Win Me Back by Ginger Sue

"Of course. I can hand them to you now." It was as if Jameson had expected David to raise a condition as such. He pushed a
brown envelope to David.
"This envelope contains the evidence that I've gathered. These may not be sufficient to prove that Josh contracted a killer. But it
should be enough to help in your appeal.
"You're not allowed to bring these in with you now. You can request to meet your attorney, then give your attorney full authority to
handle this."
David examined the contents of the envelope. He weighed his options. Finally, he made up his mind.
He signed his own name on the agreement for the transfer of shares. He then put his thumbprint on the document.
Jameson refrained from smiling too widely. Behind his classy gold-framed glasses, he tried to hide the ferocious look in his eyes.
He looked just like a hungry predator ready to pounce on its prey.
"I look forward to working with you, David. I will come and pick you up in person on the day when you're released. I will give you
the welcome that you deserve."
Just as they were about to leave, David called out to him suddenly.
He gritted his teeth and said, "The shares you now have on hand will be enough to compete with Josh. You must not let him go.
You have to make sure that you give him a crushing defeat!"
"I will," Jameson answered with a sly smile.
It wasn't just Josh.

One by one, he would crush each of them to death.
Carl clapped his hands excitedly as they walked out of the detention center. "Congratulations, Mr. Schmidt! Congratulations!
You've obtained even more of the Schmidt Group's shares! You're one step closer to bringing Josh down!"
Jameson was rubbing his hands frantically with the hand sanitizer. His face was overflowing with joy.
"This was why I've kept him alive all this while."
Carl was enlightened.
"David thought that Victor was his lifesaver. He was wrong."
Jameson then used a clean silk handkerchief to wipe his hands carefully. After that, he threw the handkerchief on the ground in
disgust. "His life saver is his shares in the Schmidt Group. Now, he no
longer has any value to remain alive. Get rid of him as soon as possible."
Carl's eyes turned dim. He nodded.
Jameson recalled how David was counting on him to take his revenge. He was relying on those few pieces of scrap paper to
have him released. These thoughts really made Jameson feel like laughing.
Now, he had bought over everyone who could potentially connect with David.
Who else did he have to count on? He should just go down to hell and beg Hades instead.
On the way back to The Millennium, Jameson received a call from Inigo.

"Mr. Schmidt, have you prepared all the money, cash, and the plane that I've requested?"
As Jameson had just got his hands on the shares, he was in a fairly good mood. He replied Inigo in a harmonious tone,
"Everything is ready. I can give you the money this instant.
"You can take your leave tomorrow but do be extra careful. The Becketts, Taylors, and Harpers are all searching for you. They
have eyes and ears all over Solana City. If you're careless, you might not be able to leave."
"I will go to you! We'll talk more when we meet!"
"No, don't. You're free to do whatever you want now. The only thing that you cannot do is to meet me in person."
Jameson was a shrewd person. How could he agree to that? Meeting him in person would be equivalent to jumping into the fire
pit.
"Then, how are you going to hand me the money? Surely you've got to send someone to liaise with me!" Inigo argued.
"I will have someone leave the money at a secret location. After that, I'll send you the address. You can then retrieve it at your
own time."