Can't Win Me Back

“Find Liana’s daughter. I need to set thebait beforehand, though.”Alyssa narrowed her eyes slyly.”Curtis said only Liana’s mother, Rosaline, knows her whereabouts, so we’ll have to let her lead the way for us.”

Jonah smiled. What about Liana Gardner? 11

“Those whom God wishes to destroy, hefirst makes mad.” Alyssa sat back, yawning.”Isn’t she about to marry Jasper Beckett? We can’t make her crash and burn without first letting her sit in the high seat.”

Jonah pursed his lips, suddenly recalling what Curtis had said earlier.”Jasper Beckett is a blind, foolish man, Lyse.”

“I couldn’t care less. I’ve regained mysight regardless, so he’d better stay out of my way.”

Alyssa took out her phone, recalling the pictures she had taken of Jameson from days ago.”By the way, see if you recognize this guy. He saved me from a potentially serious injury when Curtis attacked earlier today.”

“Really?” Jonah said, “We’ll have toproperly thank him then.”

“But he has been quite mysterious andsecretive about his identity. Yet, he seems to know who I am!” Alyssa recalled the handsome young man with his gold-rimmed spectacles.

Although she was a woman, she possessed a sense of possessiveness usually associated with men. Whatever Alyssa intended to know or acquire, she never allowed them to elude her grasp.

Jonah leaned in closer to look at the picture on her phone. In the next moment, he gasped.

“Do you really not remember him, Lyse?”

“Huh?”Alyssa cocked her head.”Should I?11 NôvelDrama.Org holds © this.

“You two hung out all the time when youwere kids.”

“What?”Alyss a frowned, then squinted atthe picture. The man did feel familiar to her, but she couldn’t pinpoint where she had seen him or who he was.

“He’s Uncle Victor’s youngest son,Jameson Schimdt. You used to be really shy, but you still became his friend and played with him when you two were kids. Do you really not remember?”

“He’s … Little Bastard?” Alyssa cried outin shock.”Hot damn! He’s so tall now!”

…

The air in Jameson’s private club was thick with the scent of wine, perfume, and sex. Men and women, and people of all genders, writhed together, their bodies slick with desire.

Only Jameson remained stoic and still in the midst of the room, like a lo ne and proud statuette among the masses. No women dared to try their luck with him, knowing how strict and cruel he could be.

No one wanted to lose a limb or vanish without a word from the city.

“I can’t attend that dinner on the yach t intwo days, Mr. Jameson.”A heavily drunk young man came over to his side. That young man was the son of an international conglomerate’s CEO.

He continued, “My father wants me to go on a blind date… Burp … Fuck him! When did you last see someone like me marry at such a young age? Maybe only Jasper Beckett, though …”

Jameson sipped his wine. “Just don’t go.”

“I can’t!” the man whined, tugging his tieloose. “My date’s some fucking… daughter of the most powerful family in Belbanks. I think her name is Alice or

something …”

Jameson stiffened slightly as a plan formed in his mind. “I have an idea.”

“Do tell!”

Jameson finished his drink, a smile appearing on his lips. “You’ll go to the yach t dinner, and I’ll sit in for your blind date.”