Can't Win Me Back

As a business tycoon who once stood shoulder to shoulder with Winston, the news of Victor's death should have been locked down. Only when the situation was more stable would they make a public announcement.

Unexpectedly, various media outlets fought to release the news, and it spread across the city like wildfire.

Jameson was the one who released the news. As of now, he was the only one left from the Schmidt family, so naturally, he would inherit the company.

He finally got his wish. He climbed over mountains of corpses to reach the height of Schmidt Group's power.

Victor's body was temporarily placed in the hospital morgue. As his relative, Jameson refused to do an autopsy. Since the police did not find traces of foul play, the case was closed as an accidental death.

In the hospital's rest area, Jameson sat up straight on a black leather couch. His arms rested on the armrest naturally and with an air of authority. He closed his eyes and started imagining himself sitting on a throne.

"Dad, in my 30 over years of life, this is the best present you've given me. Thank you for this. Rest in peace."

Knocks sounded at the door, and Jameson answered. Carl entered, followed by another man dressed in a suit and leather shoes, carrying a briefcase.

Then, Carl locked the door.

"Mr. Derullere, please sit." Jameson smiled gently.

Jason Derullere was Victor's close friend. Not only was he Schmidt Group's legal advisor, but he was also a private lawyer for the entire Schmidt family. He had been working with his father for more than three decades.

"Mr. Jameson," Jason politely greeted.

Jameson didn't react, but it was clear that he was displeased with the title.

Nevertheless, the course of events was more or less settled. They were just waiting for the next board meeting to announce officially that Schmidt Group was under his control, so he wasn't too fussed right

now.

Jameson smiled and said steadily, "Now, you can read his will to me. After all, I'm the only living relative left in the Schmidt family."

Jason sighed with helplessness and sorrow. He retrieved the will, which had been edited countless times, from his briefcase.

The documents had barely seen the light when Jameson sprang up from his seat and grabbed the papers, eagerly flipping through them.

His eyes glazed over line after line; the words reflected in his dark and unsettling eyes. He stood still for long time. Even Jason, who was experienced in difficult situations, felt on edge. Cold sweat trickled down his back.

Finally, Jameson finished the whole will. His eyes narrowed slightly, and he tossed the document to Jason's feet with a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes.

"He even remembered to leave a

portion for Josh and Daisy, who are

in jail. Yet, he didn't mention me

even once. Lovely. So this is what my biological father is capable of doing."

Not only that, Victor also abolished the hereditary succession system in Schmidt Group, overturning a decades-old method of passing on the company. After he died, the successor would be voted in based on competency.

Jameson laughed. His laughter rang out.

Even if he was the president now, from the very beginning, he was a mere toot that Victor used to

stabilize the situation. After his usefulness was gone, he would be tossed aside-even if he was the only one left.

That heartless man would not leave even a scrap for him.

As Jason watched Jameson descend into madness, he shuddered.Property of Nô)(velDr(a)ma.Org.

Victor's death was unexpected. Jason had access to the will, and he was the only witness. He knew that he was in deep water because Jameson was a ruthless, power-hungry man.

It was just that he didn't think this day would come so soon.

"Jason, you are my father's right-hand man. Now that he is gone, I hope that you can support me and manage the company together."