Marc paused. He looked up and toward the door in shock.

That strong, dissuasive voice was familiar. It was like a sharp knife that stabbed through Jameson's heart. He gritted his teeth and narrowed his eyes. Slowly, he turned around.

Jasper's cold gaze glanced over him. He stormed into the ward, with Xavier following behind him gallantly.

"Mr. B-Beckett!" In a flash, Marc's defeated eyes lit up.

Even though he had never met this exceptional man, oddly enough, Jasper gave him a sense of peace. After all, everyone knew that Jasper was Winston's future son-in-law.

Winston wouldn't misjudge a person. He was willing to hand his beloved daughter, Alyssa, into Jasper's hands. Clearly, Jasper was an outstanding young man and a hidden gem.

He was unlike the son of a bitch before him, who only looked kind on the outside, but was a cunning viper on the inside.

"What are you doing here, Jasper?" Jameson questioned with a horrified look on his face.

neutral. He did not sound like he was showing off his power or

had an air of nobility around him, which inevitably intimidated the

overly forced.

glared at Jasper. Xavier tightened his fists too. He readied himself to have a go at

and loving gaze flashed across his eyes. "I'm sorry. I was influenced by my wife to eavesdrop. Hope you don't mind, Mr. Waters." Jameson was enraged. Anger thrummed to his veins, and he

was old enough to be Jasper's father. Yet, he maintained

cannot sell it." Jasper gave Jameson a quick, cold glance. "Even if you wanted to put it up for sale, you can never sell it to someone like Mr. Schmidt. Moreover, not a single word of his can be trusted." Jameson shot to his

will suffer a double whammy if he changes his mind

Then, you will get to learn about Jameson's ways." Marc widened his eyes. He had a sudden revelation. His desperation to save Nathan earlier almost made him fall into Jameson's

sharpness in his eyes returned. "Even if I had to burn Ivory Group to the ground, I will

that." Jameson's eyes turned red with anger. Amidst his refusal to admit defeat,

tense atmosphere in the

held onto her hand tightly. He comforted her by caressing

of her. But what

Beckett, thank you for earlier." Marc exhaled.

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