Can’t Win Me Back novel (Alyssa and Jasper) novel Chapter 2241

Jameson's case was officially handed to the Solana City Investigative Bureau, where Silas worked, for further investigation. Jameson would be officially sentenced within two months of the court hearing. If everything went well, he would be sentenced to death.

The weather was dreary that day, with a steady drizzle falling from the gray sky.

A woman in a white lab coat and heels walked confidently toward the detention center's entrance with an umbrella.

"I'm sorry for inviting you on a rainy day like this, Dr. Gillis." The head of the detention center welcomed Sheryl with a smile.

Sheryl tilted her black umbrella upward, revealing her graceful and elegant face. She smiled slightly.

"Even inmates have their rights. It is my duty as a doctor to heal the wounded. It has nothing to do with their identities."

The head of the detention center seconded, "You're right."

Sheryl's smile widened. In a compelling tone, she said, "The fact that you're willing to allow volunteers to provide medical care to the criminals at the detention center shows that you're a kind man."

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Jameson slept well for several days after Alyssa's visit the other day.

His gold-framed glasses had broken, so he simply threw them away. Besides, he was no longer the chairman of Schmidt Group or the fourth son in the Schmidt family. He was merely a prisoner waiting to be sentenced.

He no longer needed those superficial disguises.

The criminals in his cell were brought to get free medical checkups one after another. After some time, his number was called.

After being cuffed, Jameson walked out of his cell. After going through a series of hallways, a prison guard brought him into a closed and dark room.

With a loud click, the heavy metal door was closed.

The only lighting in the dim room came from a lamp on the table. It gave out a cold, desolate white light.

Jameson squinted. "You…"

"Mr. Justin has given you many chances, but it was a pity that you were too useless."

Jameson lowered his eyes. A smile came across his face too.

Despite being someone who didn't fear death previously, he was now starting to feel reluctant to part with life. Perhaps it was because he was near his death.

"That said, Mr. Justin did ask me to pass a message."

The look in Sheryl's eyes was frigid. Emotionlessly, she continued, "He thanked you for all your contributions toward his career all these years. Mr. Justin will never forget your hard work."

Right after she said that, she placed a syringe containing a transparent substance in front of Jameson.

Jameson stared at the syringe. Bitterly, he asked, "So… Mr. Justin asked you to see me so that he could get rid of me?"

"He isn't getting rid of you. It's called crisis management." Sheryl shrugged coolly. "None of Mr. Justin's people are allowed to fall into the authorities' hands. This is just one of his rules."