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?"

eyes, replaced by a chilling sneer. He fixed Jasper with a

a chill

so much as a blink. Behind his polished exterior lay a rotten core, a man who

his eyes narrowing. Without warning, he kicked the base

armrests tightly to steady himself. Though he managed to avoid falling, his

watching from the sidelines, felt a surge of

said, leaning slightly forward. His towering frame loomed over Justin as he spoke with icy disdain. "But I despise those who pretend to be disabled to garner pity

a speedy recovery. However, if this is merely an act,

disappearing through

long moment, Justin sat still. Then, slowly, he rose from the wheelchair. His eyes burned red with rage as

chair over

in his chest pocket. Breathing heavily, he answered

everything going?" he demanded, his

the other end of the call, Sheryl was slightly startled. She hesitated before responding respectfully. "We've captured her. Do you want her alive

calm himself down after being riled up by Jasper. "Why would I want her dead? Keep her

and snow fell heavily on the mountain

in her left arm, Amber fought

battered and bruised, the ground beneath

in an extravagant white gown, she stopped short, careful not to dirty her

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