Can’t Win Me Back

Chatper 1310

Chatper 1310

Daisy's face was twisted with a hideous expression. She stared fixedly at Jameson's delicate yet

detestable face.

"Help me? Haha! They're animals! But Jameson, aren't you one as well? Yes... You're worse. You're a

damn viper. You're even more vicious!"

Jameson showed no signs of anger. Instead, his smile deepened. "I may not be a saint, but even

beasts show some affection for their offspring. I have always been reluctant to be too harsh on my

family. So, I want to help you, Daisy.

"Also, besides me, who else cares about you? In this place where not even a glimpse of daylight is

visible, do you believe people regard you as a member of the Schmidt family?"

Seeing Daisy's strong resistance to his so-called "help", Jameson dealt a lethal blow.

"Daisy, think carefully. Your current miserable situation is all because of whom?"

Daisy's anger surged. She shouted hysterically, "It's the Taylor family! They're retaliating against me.

That bitch Alyssa is definitely involved!"

Jameson smirked, shaking his head. "After all, you went after Winston's daughter. He spared your life

for the sake of the decades of friendship between our two families. But isn't the root of all this caused

by David?"

"David..." Daisy's mind buzzed.

She had been thinking only about the Taylor family these days. She had forgotten that coward.

"The Taylor family sought retaliation because you fell for David's instigation. If he hadn't let his dick do

the thinking and be so arrogant, you and Timothy would have been living days of honor and glory.

"He's wrecked it all. Since the press conference to your arrest, did he step up to speak a word in your

defense?

"He went along with the flow, letting you take the fall while he continued living comfortably under the

protection of the Schmidt family. Can you swallow this humiliation? Even I find it hard to watch, Daisy."

Logic could convince, but only emotion could motivate.

At this moment, Daisy quieted down, showing signs that she had begun to think. Nevertheless, the

bitterness in her eyes became even more apparent. "What do you want to do specifically?"

"The success of our collaboration hinges on the sincerity you bring to the table." Jameson elegantly

crossed his legs. Now, the initiative was in his hands.

Daisy's eyes turned a terrifying shade of red. Between gritted teeth, she said, "I want David... to die!

"Death is meaningless. If he dies, it's all over. He won't suffer."

Jameson suddenly approached the glass with a sinister smile on his face. "You need to make him

utterly miserable. Ensure he despises you every day he's alive yet remains helpless. That would be

satisfying."

"I have... David's dirt. It's in the encrypted folder on my laptop in the study. The password is—"

"No need for the password."

Satisfied with the result, Jameson stood up leisurely. He disdainfully looked at Daisy's face, which was

filled with hatred. "These so-called encryptions are nonexistent in my eyes."

When Jameson came out of the detention center, Carl immediately greeted him.

Jameson lazily stretched out his hands. Seeing that, Carl hurriedly squeezed hand sanitizer into his

hands and sprayed air freshener all around him.

"It's smelly and disgusting there. Not a place for humans."

Frowning, Jameson kept rubbing his hands, revealing his mysophobia side again. "But it seems

suitable for a maggot like Daisy."

"You've already shown her enough respect by coming to see her."