Can't Win Me Back



Chapter 2419

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?"

The usual warmth vanished from Justin's eyes, replaced by a chilling sneer. He fixed Jasper with a look of pure malice, his eyes gleaming with a cruel light.

Jasper froze mid-step, a chill spreading through his body.

Justin never spoke without intent. His seemingly casual remarks always carried the weight of provocation, often inciting chaos without so much as a blink. Behind his polished exterior lay a rotten core, a man who had traded humanity for manipulation.

Jasper turned back, his eyes narrowing. Without warning, he kicked the base of Justin's wheelchair.

Justin jolted, gripping the armrests tightly to steady himself. Though he managed to avoid falling, his composure was shattered, leaving him looking utterly undignified.

Xavier, watching from the sidelines, felt a surge of satisfaction.

"I don't discriminate against the disabled," Jasper said, leaning slightly forward. His towering frame loomed over Justin as he spoke with icy disdain. "But I despise those who pretend to be disabled to garner pity when they are actually capable of walking.novelbin

"Mr. Justin, if you're truly crippled, I wish you a speedy recovery. However, if this is merely an act, I hope you never rise from that wheelchair again."

With that, Jasper stormed out, disappearing through the front door in a flash.

For a long moment, Justin sat still. Then, slowly, he rose from the wheelchair. His eyes burned red with rage as he

kicked the chair over with force.

His phone vibrated in his chest pocket. Breathing heavily, he answered the call.

"How is everything going?" he demanded, his voice sharp and menacing.

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

"You fool!" Justin snapped, closing his eyes to calm himself down after being riled up by Jasper. "Why would I want her dead? Keep her alive."

Strong winds howled, and snow fell heavily on the mountain behind The Millenium.

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

overpowered. She collapsed onto the snow, battered and bruised, the ground beneath her stained crimson.

The black-clad assassins stepped aside as Sheryl approached. Dressed in an extravagant white gown, she stopped short, careful not to dirty her pristine shoes.

"I knew you'd try something," Sheryl said, her voice dripping with contempt. "And I was right."

Her gaze lingered on Amber, who lay crumpled like discarded trash. "Jameson met a terrible end because he was soft- hearted. He should've put a bullet in your head when The Millennium fell."

Amber's pale face was as white as the snow beneath her. Digging trembling fingers into the icy ground, she clung to consciousness.

Sheryl sneered. "That man was pathetic. Unable to have the woman he loved, he settled for a counterfeit-you. He made you look like Alyssa to make up for her absence in his life,"

Kicking a few pebbles at Amber, Sheryl's eyes burned with hatred. "I'd send you to hell to join him if I could. After all, his death was sloppy. As his colleague, I should at least give him company in the afterlife."

Amber gasped, her voice a strained growl. "Then stop talking... and get it over with."

Sheryl crouched slightly, her smile venomous. "You want a quick death? Oh no, Amber. I'll make it slow and agonizing, That's what you deserve for siding with that bitch, Alyssa. I despise her with all of my being, and you, too, have gotten under my skin."

"W-Who... are you?" Amber managed, her breath visible in the freezing air.

Instead of answering, Sheryl gestured to one of her subordinates. "Search her."

A black clad figure stepped forward, roughly rummaging through Amber's blood-soaked clothes.

Sheryl's laughter echoed through the snowy clearing, a cruel, mocking sound. Watching Amber rendered helpless was cathartic, a release for her pent-up frustrations.

It was a pity that Amber no longer had Alyssa's face. Otherwise, it would have been even more thrilling.