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?"

usual warmth vanished from Justin's eyes, replaced by a chilling sneer. He fixed Jasper with a look of pure malice, his eyes gleaming

mid-step, a chill spreading through

often inciting chaos without so much as a blink. Behind his polished exterior lay a rotten core,

Without warning, he kicked

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

sidelines, felt a surge

forward. His towering frame loomed over Justin as he spoke with icy disdain. "But I despise those who

recovery. However, if this

disappearing through the front door in a

sat still. Then, slowly, he rose

chair over

vibrated in his chest pocket.

going?" he demanded, his voice sharp and

hesitated before responding respectfully. "We've captured her.

Justin snapped, closing his eyes to calm himself down after being riled up by Jasper. "Why would I

snow fell heavily on

wound in her left arm, Amber fought fiercely against her attackers. But

battered and bruised, the ground beneath her stained

aside as Sheryl approached. Dressed in an extravagant white gown,

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