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.

in heels, she was no match for the jostling crowd. She was shoved about, her outfit rumpled, and her hair left in disarray, making her look utterly

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

this was a power struggle within an aristocratic family that you framed Mr. Jasper. What do you have

you orchestrate

her face as

Alyssa, who stood at the periphery, staring at him with icy contempt.

not steal Jasper's position-I merely reclaimed

heir. That was the rule in my

returned from my recuperation overseas, the presidency of Beckett

face as he delivered those words with shameless confidence, as if it were the

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

took one last

off.

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

cry rang out as Sheryl, shoved by the reporters, lost her balance. With a

felt uneasy. To be safe, he barricaded it with a cleaning cart and whatever else he could

How

chiseled face was ghostly pale, stripped of its usual nobility