Can’t Win Me Back

Days passed.
Everything looked calm on the surface.
Beneath the surface, however, something was brewing.
On the fourth day, a black car pulled up to the police station entrance.
Jason emerged, his face etched with a dark scowl.
He took a deep breath before entering the building.
An officer stood guard outside a visitation room where Nicholas and Jason met.
"Mr. Novak—" Jason began, but Nicholas cut him off. "You don't have to say anything, Mr. Derullere.
1 understand.
I've told the police repeatedly that I acted alone.
No one else is involved.
Regardless of the sentence, I won't appeal." Jason clenched his jaw.
As he hesitated, Nicholas continued, his voice weak, "That being said, before everything is finalized, I'd like to see Mr.
Schmidt one last time.
There are things I need to ask him in person." "Mr.
Novak, Mr.
Schmidt is an important figure.
He won't be meeting with you again," Jason said in a low voice.
The mere mention of Jameson's name sent shivers down his spine.
Nicholas pressed his lips together, his fingers curling into fists.

"I'm here today with a message from Mr. Schmidt himself." Jason closed the distance between himself and Nicholas, and his
tone was measured.
Mr. Schmidt is aware of your numerous crimes, and he believes that you will never get to see the light again.
"In light of this, you may go in peace.
He will see to the necessary arrangements for your funeral.
As for your wife..." He left the sentence unfinished.
Nicholas's heart plummeted.
Jason continued, "If you accept full responsibility for your crimes and face the consequences, Mr. Schmidt will ensure your wife's
well -being.
Otherwise, he cannot guarantee her safety from unforeseen circumstances." With that, Jason rose to his feet.
He offered Nicholas a curt nod before exiting the visitation room.
Nicholas was left alone, his body rigid, eyes burning red.
A suffocating rage threatened to consume him as his faith crumbled around him.
Jason exited the police station, his expression grim.
As he approached his car, his phone pinged with a message.
The message read, "Mr. Derullere, Mr. Beckett is aware of your predicament and understands your helplessness.
Could he perhaps meet you in private?" Those words were without emotion.
Yet they made this 50-year- old man well up with tears.
A moment later, he received a message containing a geolocation.
It was somewhere near the station.
Jason felt his heart pounding.

Keeping his composure, he instructed the driver, who Carl had sent, "You can head back.
Mr. Novak is an acquaintance, and seeing him like this makes me feel helpless.
I need to clear my head, so I'm taking a walk." The driver, who was tasked with monitoring Jason, simply replied, "Alright.
Take care, then." The driver took a pensive glance at Jason before driving off.
Ten minutes later, Jason arrived at the designated location.
Just then, an inconspicuous black MPV pulled up slowly and stopped right before him.
Xavier emerged from the vehicle, the back door opening silently.
Jason couldn't see Jasper.
Only his gray suit pants, black leather shoes, and a posture that exuded nobility and reverence were visible.
"Mr. Derullere, Mr. Beckett has always wanted to meet with you.
Please get in." Xavier smiled and politely extended the invite.
Jason held his breath, a lump forming in his throat.
After Victor's passing, he was forced to serve Jameson.
He had yet to experience courtesy since that day.