Can’t Win Me Back by Ginger Sue

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"Fine. Let's have a discussion, then." With a flat expression, Landon instructed, "Jordan, get the document." "Sure, Mr. Landon." Jordan grabbed the share transfer agreement from his bag and handed it to Preston. "Mr.

Preston, please sign the agreement." Glaring at the writing, Preston could no longer humble himself. Punching the ground, he growled, "Landon Harper, you're looting a burning house! This is daylight robbery!" "Yes. So what?" A grin played on Landon's lips, but his eyes remained impassive. The duality of him sent a chill down Preston's spine.

Landon added, "This is nothing compared to what you've done to Lauren. Anyway, I'll try my best to catch up to you. The younger generation has to do better, don't you think?" Preston scowled, and the corners of his lips twitched. He could not possibly sign the agreement, as that would mean a complete separation from the Harper Group. Without any shares to his name, he would not stand a chance of making a comeback. It was a fate worse than death! "Landon Harper, you're not a gang leader anymore. You're the president of Harper Group, yet you break the law.

Do you want to lose your preside—" When Preston was speaking, he noticed the glimmer of a blade in his face. Landon grabbed the knife from Angelina and cut off Preston's right arm without hesitation.

Preston's agonizing scream filled the air, but Angelina, Jordan, and the rest of Landon's subordinates merely watched on without shock.

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This version of Landon was the one they knew better—a man of action who did not speak much.

Falling in love with Lauren transformed him into a human being with feelings and emotions. However, Preston had brought out the devil in Landon once more.

Landon signed the agreement using Preston's blood. Then, he tossed the severed arm away with disdain. "I got your signature now. Uncle Preston, thanks for your generosity. | will soon be one of the largest shareholders of Harper Group, just second to Grandpa.

"| spared your left hand for wiping your ass when you use the bathroom." With that, Landon gracefully entered his Bentley. Angelina and the others retreated, leaving silently like how they had arrived.

They left Preston struggling for life on the ground. He gripped his severed arm tightly and hissed, "Landon Harper, just wait and see... I'll make you pay double for what you putthrough today!1 After Preston was taken to the hospital, two men showed up at the underground parking of The Millennium with buckets and mops to clean up the mess. They did their work speedily, and soon, there was no trace of a fight ever happening there.

Back in the security control room, Amber's fingers trembled as she watched the security footage she had edited.

She had edited Landon out of the footage.

Suddenly, she heard a rhythmic knock on the door. She hurriedly shut her laptop and answered the door.

"Ms. Altman, I've cleaned the scene per your orders." A good-looking security guard stood at the door. He addressed her with much respect.

After checking the surroundings, Amber quickly pulled him into the room and locked the door behind her.

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She began, "Thank you. You've been through a lot. | know this is risky, but do not worry, If anything happens, I'll take the blame. I guarantee that you will not be implicated.”

The security guard furrowed his n [i . .

brows. "Don't mention it. | would fave died two years ago being beaten by Mw. Schmidt had you not put in a good word to save me. | owe you one—I can do anything for you!" Feeling touched, she beamed at him. "Still, thank you. Loyalty and comradeship are hard to cby at The Millennium." Blushing, the man suddenly looked worried. "But Ms. Altman, why would you take the huge risk to lend Landon Harper a hand? Is it worth the risk?" "Good question. | have no idea. All | know is that I'm listening to my heart." A wry expression crossed her face.

He carefully prodded, "Do you... have a crush on Mr. Landon?"

Pfft. You have great imagination.

She snorted, yet her cheeks reddened. Casting a casua glance at the back windbreaker on the coatstand, she remarked, "Perhaps 7 q q I've lived too long in the dark. It f [1 makesyearn for light."

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