Can’t Win Me Back

Jasper's eyes glimmered as he walked to Julien's side. His trembling hand found Julien's shoulder, gripping it firmly.

They exchanged a solemn look. No words were needed.

Sheryl's heart pounded with urgency, sweat beading on her forehead. The evidence was undeniable-she had no immediate way out. All she could do was lash out in a desperate attempt to sow confusion.

"Even with these reports, all they prove is that Mr. Jasper didn't do drugs. It was just a misunderstanding! How can you accuse Mr. Justin of orchestrating this?"

Alyssa stepped forward, her expression glacial. A smirk played on her lips as she questioned, "If Sir had nothing to do with it... does that mean you did?"

Sheryl's eyes widened in fury. "Sir and I have never_"

She cut herself off abruptly, her breath hitching. A cold sweat broke over her skin. She had just called Justin "Sir" in public-his greatest taboo.

Alyssa. That bitch. She had set her up.

and the veins bulging at his temples betrayed the darkness roiling beneath his

"A misunderstanding?"

too. Standing by Jasper's side, he continued, "This 'misunderstanding' as you carelessly call

days being interrogated in the interrogation room, and the moment he was released, they stripped him off his title as president. The entire

a misunderstanding and move on? If I killed your father, could I just shrug it

words, though crude, struck like a

color. Her legs trembled.

reporters swarmed Julien, snapping photos of the

media outlet, the

the two titles, letting the weight of her words settle. Justin lifted his dim eyes to meet hers. His lips curled into a slow,

he could still smile at

Justin's face while he looked at