Can’t Win Me Back novel (Alyssa and Jasper) novel Chapter 2113

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.

"I 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.