Can't Win Me Back

Jasper couldn't help but let out a soft chuckle. He leaned into Alyssa, gently nibbling her earlobe. "I just wish I could do that with you right now."

Alyssa's cheeks flushed a rosy red as she met his gaze, her beauty captivating.

Cyrus and Nicholas sat alone in the interrogation room, a camera recording their every move.

"You may begin," Cyrus said gently, gesturing for Nicholas to speak.

Nicholas, handcuffed and weary, leaned back with a desolate expression. "I've disappointed you, haven't I?"

"Would you like to hear the truth? Yes," Cyrus replied honestly.

Nicholas closed his eyes, a cold smile twisting his lips in a mix of relief and regret. "I appreciate your honesty. It's refreshing."

"Back then, you personally awarded me my First and Second Order of Merit badges. I remember your words clearly. You told me always to uphold justice and eliminate evil while clinging to my virtues. You also told me to be a good officer and always to serve the people."

Cyrus took a deep breath, his emotions churning as he watched Nicholas. "Since joining the force, you've been a role model to us all. Finding out about your actions shattered my faith. The man I looked up to became the devil's accomplice. When I arrested you, did you think I felt satisfaction?"

A shiver ran down Nicholas' spine. He slumped forward, burying his face in his hands. After a long silence, his wracked sobs echoed in the cold room, tears of regret dripping onto the table.

Cyrus felt a suffocating mix of emotions swirling within him. He didn't know where to begin.

"Actually... you're on the right track," Nicholas finally croaked, wiping his tears. "The one pulling the strings is Jameson Schmidt, the current chairman of Schmidt Group."

Cyrus' heart pounded. He held his breath, waiting for Nicholas to continue.

"As you all know, my wife has severe Alzheimer's. She is already at late-stage now. Three years ago, her condition worsened. I scoured the globe for help, draining my savings, but nothing worked. On the brink of despair, Jameson approached me."

Nicholas shut his eyes, reliving the bitter memory, "He claimed his superior had a biomedical research organization developing a

medication targeting my wife's net

symptoms. Mosgravia's medical technology is far more advanced. What takes 10 to 20 years here only takes five there!"

Cyrus immediately probed, "What's the name of this organization?"

"I think it's called... RC."

"And who is Jameson's superior?"

Nicholas shook his head weakly. "I don't know. That person is even more secretive than Jameson. But could feel his extreme loyalty toward

that person. He worships that person like an idol. I wouldn't be surprised if he'd give his life for them.

"Now that I think about it... Jameson seems brainwashed. But what right do I have to comment on that? I myself have been manipulated."

Cyrus' gaze remained steady as he urged Nicholas. "Go on."

"Jameson brought the medicine back to Cyrris. To accelerate data collection, he disguised it as soft drugs and distributed them through gray markets.

"I became his fixer, eliminating any obstacles to the research. I agreed to work for him, hoping to expedite the process and save my wife. But looking back, it was all a terrible mistake."

Cyrus exposed Jameson's sinister plan. "Jameson didn't approach you out of mutual aid. He lured you into a trap. It wasn't luck that he chose you. It was because you were a useful tool he happened upon.

"Your desperation for a cure made you easily manipulated. Once he achieves his goals, you'll be discarded. The assassins who attacked you are proof of that."Text © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.