Can’t Win Me Back

Both Jameson's and Carl's jaws dropped.
"What are the cops doing here? I don't care what you do.
Just stop them from entering!" Carl commanded while he glared.
Jameson's bodyguard was drenched in sweat.
"But... But they've already..." Jameson lowered his head.
He asked gloomily, "What's their team leader's name?" "His last name is...
Taylor." Carl widened his eyes immediately.
He looked nervously toward Jameson, who was looking emotionless.
Right at this moment, the hospital room door burst open, and Jameson watched Cyrus march in.
He was casually dressed, and he had a frigid air about him.
"Hello, Mr. Schmidt.
I believe I won't need to introduce myself again," Cyrus smirked coldly.
That said, he still flashed his badge per his usual practice.
"It's been a while, Cyrus." The smile on Jameson's face was friendly and warm.
There was not a single hint of wickedness in his smile.
"You don't have to address me in such a friendly manner." Cyrus was an experienced criminal investigator.
He was usually unfazed by all the diabolical criminals that he faced.
It was only when he was before Jameson that he wouldn't be able to conceal the hatred in his eyes.
He couldn't suppress the rage that was surging within him.
"It brings me joy to hear Jasper calling my name.

As for you, it only puts me on tenterhooks.
It makes me feel uncomfortable and uneasy.
A barely noticeable gleam of viciousness flashed across Jameson's eyes.
The Taylors were people who knew how to hit a raw nerve and provoke him.
"T don't care what you're here for today, Chief Taylor.
But Mr.
Schmidt is currently unwell.
His health will be affected by you people barging in like this.
We can actually lodge a complaint about you for this!"' Carl scowled.
He couldn't stand others being so disrespectful toward his employer.
"Chief Taylor, whatever the reason you're here to see me, I'm willing to cooperate with you.
However, I'm not feeling well at the moment.
At the very least, do allow me to take my medications." Jameson looked sickly as he said that.
"Hold up!" With an icy look in his eyes, Cyrus waved his hand.
Two officers rushed forward from behind him.
They stood on Carl's left and right and held him back.
Then, they snatched the syringe from his hands.
"What are you people doing?" Carl shouted as he struggled the best he could.
"Stop struggling! Otherwise, we will sue you for assaulting an officer!" one of the officers yelled angrily.
The look in Jameson's eyes turned dim.

"What is the meaning of this, Chief Taylor?" "We received a tip-off from a member of the public.
You are being suspected of substance abuse and possession.
We will be detaining you according to the law!" Cyrus fixed his eyes ahead of him and marched forward.
With a click, he slapped a handcuff around Jameson's wrists.
"Mr.
Schmidt!" Carl continued to struggle.
"There needs to be evidence in order to make an arrest! We will sue you for defamation if there's no evidence!" A dense
frostiness came across Jameson's eyes.
Even so, he remained quiet.
"Do you think that we would've taken action rashly without any evidence? The fact that I can arrest him means that we have
concrete proof." Cyrus glanced down at the heinous man before him.
He clenched his hands into tight fists.
"Come with us, Mr.
Schmidt!" Jameson was arrested.
As Jameson's trusted henchman, Carl was also summoned by the police to have his statement taken.
Even so, he remained loyal and protected his employer.
Adamantly, he denied that Jameson was using drugs and kept his mouth shut.
In the wee hours of the morning the next day, Carl walked out from the police station looking haggard.
Coincidentally, he bumped into Jason, the lawyer whom Jameson had recruited a while back.
He had been waiting in the foyer for a long time.
"Carl, news about Mr.

Schmidt's arrest for substance abuse is now widespread! Once the market opens tomorrow morning, the shares will definitely
plunge!" Jason exclaimed with a troubled look on his face.
"This is not the right time to be concerned about that.
What's so important about something as material as shares? What we have to do right now is to think of a way to get Mr.
Schmidt out!" Car] was like a cat on a hot tin roof.
His voice had gone hoarse.
" What did the cops say?" "The medication that you were injecting for Mr.
Schmidt wasn't any medication for treatment.
It was an extract of the illegal drug that was used for human experiments previously.
It's the drug that has serious side effects on the body!" Carl was staggered.
He gasped.
"What are you talking about?" "Previously, that drug affected Solana City horribly.
The authorities have identified it as a new type of drug that was disguised as medication.
The police have sufficient reason to believe that Mr.
Schmidt has actually been taking this type of drug while he was hospitalized!" The anxiety made Jason's mouth feel dry.
"That means that there's a very high possibility that Mr.
Schmidt won't be free from the accusations of drug possession and drug use." "That's nonsense! Mr.
Schmidt has been taking..." Carl almost let slip.
He broke out in a cold sweat.
"Those were medications for his treatment.
How did they become drugs? Something is off! Someone is joining forces with the police to frame Mr.

Schmidt!"