Can't Win Me Back

The air froze, and the silence was so profound that one could hear a pin drop.

Jameson's glare at Victor was as vicious as a wolf. Yet, a carefree smile remained on his lips. "Dad, there's only you and I left in Schmidt Group. Why should we beat around the bush? We might as well put things out in the open and speak frankly."

Victor chuckled coldly as he picked up a document on the desk. Then, he smacked Jameson with it. They watched as the papers scattered to the ground.

"Jameson, what achievements you have. So this is your first incredible gift for me embezzling the company's funds and lining your own pockets."

Victor's gaze was sinister, and his jaw clenched. "Did you think you'd be the only one profiting if you bribed the finance department director and used him to transfer the company funds into his offshore account to build your secret stash?

"That old dog also secretly transferred a portion of the funds for himself! Because he was greedy, I was able to trace it back to your dirty deeds! Not only did that fucker return me the money, but he also confessed everything that you ordered him to do!

"He's been with me for decades. You just came here for a few days, but you're already thinking of using my men to do your bidding. You are not only ballsy but also delusional!"

Jameson didn't bend down to pick up the papers. Instead, he planted his foot on it and scrunched it into scrap paper with a twist of his foot.

He already knew what the finance department director did, but he didn't care at all. He would only use greedy people and wouldn't dare to use those who were not.

Like a rat from the gutter, it only wanted a sip of its master's champagne. Unfortunately, he was unsuccessful and even got caught red-handed by Victor.

"So? What do you want?" Jameson adjusted his glasses and chuckled.

Victor felt his rage surge. Jameson was being insolent! The situation was critical, yet he still had the nerve to laugh.

"Jameson, you are my son. As your father, I do not want to make matters worse, so I will give you two choices."

Finally, Victor calmly revealed his objective. "Number one, you will resign on your own. I will not tell anyone about your secret stash. Otherwise, don't blame me for not being merciful as a father. If the authorities investigate this, your situation will be even worse.

"Previously, you offended the Taylor family badly, and now they have a chance to get back at you. That Winston, if he hears of this, he'll be sprinting over to catch you."

When Jameson heard this, his expression remained neutral, but his fingers twitched.

"Number two, you'll hand over all your shares in Schmidt Group, and I'll let you remain as a chairman. Here are the two options. Make your choice!"

Without his shares, he'd be a puppet chairman without substantial power! No matter which option he chose, it was a dead end. What wondrous love his father had for him.

A steely glint flashed across Jameson's gold-framed glasses. He cast a cold gaze toward his father, who did everything in his power to make him miserable. Suddenly, Jameson's smile deepened. "So, Dad, have you shown all your cards?"

Victor frowned. "What do you mean?"

"It's my turn now."

Jameson walked to the settee table and picked up a remote. He switched on the television.

The dark screen lit up. Instantly, a video of scandalous debauchery filled their sight, and Victor was struck dumb.

He sprang up from the couch and stared in shock at himself on screen-stark naked and embracing women left and right. He was stunned, angry, and scared.

His heart beat wildly, and he trembled all over. His sight faded in and out.

"Dad, you and your friends have such a good friendship. No matter if it's going drinking or engaging with prostitutes, all of you are always together."

Jameson wasn't looking at the screen. He felt disgusted by the video, and he was only interested in admiring Victor's various expressions. "You play 'golf' so well. Truly, the sword remains sharp." "Y-You!" Victor's heart pumped wildly as his world spun.

"Actually, if you didn't backstab me like this, I might have never brought out this video. After all, we're father and son. I don't want to see us turning on each other."

Jameson sighed helplessly and shook his head. "Don't blame me. You can only blame yourself for backing me into a corner. I didn't want things to end up like this."

Victor glared at him with bloodshotAll content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.

eyes and tried to grab the remote. However, his heart felt like it was going to burst, and the pain made him sweat bullets. He was

struggling to even stand, much less do anything else.

"Now, I'll only give you one option."

Jameson held the remote in his right

hand and began tapping his left

palm with it: "You will draft an

official statement that you are

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retiring because of your health And

then, you will name me as the

chairman of Schmidt Group."

"You... insolent son of a bitch... in your dreams!" Victor clutched his chest while he swayed unsteadily.

"If you disagree, I will play this video on the big screen outside of Schmidt Group's building. Not only that, all tens of thousands of employees of Schmidt Group will receive this video by tomorrow morning." Victor's complexion was deathly pale as he reached a trembling hand into his pocket and took out his heart attack medication.

However, because his hands were too shaky, the medicine bottle dropped and rolled to Jameson's feet.

"The... medicine..."

Jameson bent down and picked up the bottle. At this moment, the doctor's words flashed across his mind.

He stared at the medicine in his hands and became lost in thought. Then, Victor yelled at him in between sputtering breaths. "Little bastard... give... the medicine... to me!"

Little bastard.

Little bastard.

Jameson's eyes widened, and they became bloodshot as rage clouded his mind.

Aside from his dearest Lyse, anyone who called him that nickname was going to get into deep trouble.

"Dad, you're too unfair to me."

Jameson's pale lips curved into a

haunting site as he slipped the medicine into his pocket. "If only you begged me or even said something nice tome, you would never have set yourself on this path toward certain death."