Can't Win Me Back

Chapter 1995

At the Millennium, upon learning that Xavier was safely released, Jameson was engulfed in rage. He smashed several antique crystal glasses into pieces.

"Please calm down, Mr. Schmidt." Nicholas' voice on the phone sounded cautious and respectful.

"Everything was planned perfectly. Jasper's secretary was supposed to be doomed. Who would have thought that the scum from the Ivory Gang would change his statement at the last minute and shoulder all the blame himself? It was too unexpected. I couldn't do anything." "The Ivory Gang pressured him?" Jameson widened his crimson eyes. He then slowly bent down to pick up a piece of broken glass and clenched it tightly in his palm.

The blood seeped through his fingers, staining his pale hand with its vibrant hue.

However, he felt no pain. Instead, the suffocating feeling in his chest eased a bit.

"Marc is already old. Years of fighting have left his body riddled with ailments. He's already retired to the background. Now, the Ivory Gang is under Nathan's control."

Nicholas' voice was sinister. "Nathan has a close relationship with the Taylor family's Colene. Alyssa asked Colene to intervene and get Nathan to lend a hand. There's no reason for Nathan to refuse.

"Also, Aidan's promotion of the new medicine has been going smoothly all along. But when it came to the Ivory Gang, it was constantly hindered."

Jameson slowly opened his palm. As he looked at the bloody mess, a cruel smile tugged at his lips. "Find a way to stop Nathan from ruining my plans." "Should we get rid of him?" Nicholas asked cautiously. 3 "Killing him would cause trouble. He's the Ivory Gang's leader, after all. Just find a way to make him lose control of the Ivory Gang."

Jameson dropped the shard and walked to the window.

When he saw the Damask rose he had carefully nurtured, his dark and gloomy face revealed a strangely gentle expression. He brushed his bloody fingers against the crimson petals, as if caressing a lover's face.

"That kind of scum isn't worthy of me using my brain, let alone dirtying my hands." "You're right. I'll take care of those lowly thugs for you."

Nicholas paused before speaking in a tone that was cautious yet filled with anticipation. "By the way, Mr. Schmidt, can the new medicine be successfully developed?" "Yes, definitely. As long as we have enough experimental samples and accurate data, we're one step closer to success." "That's great! If you encounter any difficulties, just let me know. I'm willing to do anything for you, as long as the new medicine can be successfully developed."

As the call ended, Carl walked in.

Seeing the mess on the floor and blood dripping everywhere, he was terrified and hurried over. "Mr. Schmidt! Are you injured? I'll go get a doctor to bandage you up!” "Medicine... Give me the medicine..."

Jameson's injured hand trembled uncontrollably, and even the muscles in his cheeks twitched.

Carl immediately realized what was happening. He took out a syringe from the safe and injected the medicine into Jameson's veins with practiced ease. Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

"Mr. Schmidt, I feel that your episodes have become more frequent ever since you finished the last batch of medicine."

Carl looked at Jameson, who was gradually calming down on the couch, full of worry. "You can't use this medicine anymore. Although it controls your physical tremors, your body has developed a strong

dependency on it, and the side effects are becoming more and more obvious." "You think... I haven't tried to quit?" Jameson looked up at the exquisitely luxurious crystal chandelier on the ceiling.

He felt like he was spinning, but this sensation of weightlessness unexpectedly made him feel comfortable. "But I can't... If I don't inject it for some time, my withdrawal symptoms... are more terrifying than drug withdrawal."