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.

jostling crowd. She was shoved about, her outfit rumpled, and her hair left in disarray, making her look utterly

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

struggle within an aristocratic family that

orchestrate his

across her face as cold sweat beaded her

cut through the crowd, locking onto Alyssa, who stood at the periphery, staring at him with icy contempt. Then, in a deep, unwavering voice, he spoke as if his

not steal

was the rule in

recuperation overseas, the presidency of Beckett Group should be mine, regardless of

crossed Justin's face as he delivered those words with shameless confidence, as if it were the most natural

Beckett Group is a publicly listed company. I alone cannot dictate whether a president stays or leaves. Jasper's dismissal was the outcome of a vote by the Beckett Group's board of directors. I had nothing to do

last

off.

her breath. A suffocation dread gripped her, as if venomous snakes coiled around her, ready to strike.

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

locking the door to a washroom in the hotel, Xavier still felt uneasy. To be safe, he barricaded it with a cleaning cart and

How are you

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