Can’t Win Me Back

"Grandpa, please calm down." After a long period of silence, Justin stepped forward with a warm smile on his face. "You've misunderstood both Dad and me. I've never intended to take over Jasper's place.

"I'm already grateful to be alive, even with this broken body of mine. I desire nothing more. Besides, there's no one more suitable than Jasper to lead Beckett Group as its president. So, please don't trouble yourself or get angry over this."

Newton stared at Justin, his gaze locked on the faint smile that lingered on his grandson's face. Suddenly, he was struck by a vivid memory-of a young Justin, covered in blood, holding a knife, his lips curling into a sly smirk.

Pain shot through Newton's chest, sharp and unrelenting. He staggered, but Justin caught him just in time.

"Grandpa, be careful!"

Newton struggled to catch his breath, his hands clutching Justin's icy ones. His voice trembled as he spoke, "Justin... you wouldn't harm Jasper, would you? That boy lost his mother at such a young age.

sacrificed everything for Beckett Group. His path hasn't been easy. Please, be kind to him. Don't make

glinted with a cold, frosty light. "Grandpa, it seems you've forgotten that I, too, lost

Newton's breath hitched.

cold yet

a long sigh of relief as

confront Sheryl directly today. Creating a scene was never her intention. Her primary goal was to scout the area and gather information for her next steps. She recorded everything

leave, she caught sight of Sheryl stepping out of an elevator. Sheryl's expression was cold as she strode toward the opposite

gritted her

said, lighting a cigarette and taking a deep

Sheryl's silhouette, clad in a lab coat, bore an uncanny resemblance