Can’t Win Me Back

Alyssa's body trembled, disappointment and shock flashing in her eyes. "Jasper..."

The reporters' cameras clicked furiously, capturing Jasper's retreating figure.

The crowd exchanged puzzled glances.

"Jasper, where are you going?"

Landon, dumbfounded, instinctively moved to chase after him, but Xavier grabbed his arm, stopping him forcefully. "Mr. Harper, leave him to me!"

Without another word, Xavier took off after Jasper.

A strange unease settled over Landon as he stared at the open door, a sense of impending doom creeping in. "Landon, stay here and watch over Lyse. Julien has disappeared-I'm going to find him!"

After saying that, the grim-looking Jonah strode out of the room too.

"Hey! You-" Landon clenched his jaw in frustration. "Why am I always left behind to clean up the mess?"

Meanwhile, the reporters surged forward, swarming Justin.

her, but in heels, she was no match for the jostling crowd. She was shoved about, her outfit rumpled, and

biggest beneficiary of Mr. Jasper's dismissal. In the end, you stole the position of president from

within an aristocratic family that you framed Mr. Jasper. What

you orchestrate his

panic flashing across her face as cold sweat

remained unnervingly calm. His gaze cut through the crowd, locking onto Alyssa, who stood at the periphery, staring at him with icy contempt. Then, in a deep,

steal Jasper's

our family, the eldest son is always the heir. That was the rule in my father's generation, and it remains

from my recuperation overseas, the presidency of Beckett Group

flicker of emotion crossed Justin's face as he delivered those words with shameless confidence, as if it were the

a president stays or leaves. Jasper's dismissal was the outcome of a vote by the Beckett Group's board of

one last look at

off.

her, as if venomous snakes coiled around her, ready to strike.

With a sickening thud, she hit the ground. Cameras flashed, capturing her moment

locking the door to a washroom in the hotel, Xavier still felt uneasy. To be safe, he barricaded

How are

in a corner, trembling violently. His chiseled face was ghostly pale, stripped of its usual nobility and charm. He looked utterly broken-destitute, dispirited, and lost