Can’t Win Me Back

Chapter 2420

Jasper strode out of the room and hurried down the stairs, his pace so brisk that Xavier had to jog to keep up.

As Jasper reached the living room, he spotted Justin sitting upright in his wheelchair, alone. Their eyes locked when Jasper was just a few steps away.

Hostility flickered between their gazes.

Curling his lips upward into a slight smile, Justin asked, "Jasper, heading out at this hour?"

Xavier gritted his teeth, loathing the self-righteous air Justin exuded, as if he always held the upper hand. The sight made him want to charge forward and knock Justin clean off his wheelchair.

"It's late. Why aren't you in bed?" Jasper asked coldly, his tone as sharp as his glare. "It seems that broken body of yours is still holding up."

"Jasper, you seem to be in a rush. Did something happen? Do you need my help?"

Justin maintained the smile on his face, disregarding Jasper's sarcastic remark.

"It's none of your business."

Without another word, Jasper swept past him.

Justin's voice followed, low and sinister. "Jasper, there are many people and matters that have nothing to do with you. Why dive into murky waters and bring trouble upon yourself?"

vanished from Justin's eyes, replaced by a chilling sneer. He fixed Jasper

chill

carried the weight of provocation, often inciting chaos without so much as a blink. Behind his polished exterior lay a rotten core, a man who had traded humanity for

turned back, his eyes narrowing. Without warning, he kicked the base of

to steady himself. Though he managed to avoid falling, his composure was shattered, leaving him

the sidelines, felt

the disabled," Jasper said, leaning slightly forward. His towering frame loomed over Justin as he spoke with icy

a speedy recovery. However, if this is merely

Jasper stormed out, disappearing through the front

slowly, he rose from the wheelchair. His eyes burned red with rage as

chair

his chest pocket. Breathing heavily, he

he demanded, his voice sharp

hesitated before responding respectfully. "We've captured

down after being riled up by Jasper. "Why would I want her

winds howled, and snow fell heavily

wound in her left arm, Amber fought

onto the snow, battered and bruised, the ground beneath

black-clad assassins stepped aside as Sheryl approached. Dressed in an extravagant white gown, she stopped short, careful not to dirty

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