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?"

He fixed Jasper with a look of pure

mid-step, a chill spreading through

often inciting chaos without so much as a blink. Behind his polished exterior

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

he managed

watching from the sidelines,

with icy disdain. "But I despise those who pretend to be disabled to garner pity when they

speedy recovery. However, if this is

that, Jasper stormed out, disappearing through the front door

sat still. Then, slowly, he rose from the

chair

in his chest pocket. Breathing heavily,

is everything going?" he demanded, his voice sharp

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

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

and snow fell heavily

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

and bruised,

approached. Dressed in an extravagant white gown, she

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255