Bye-Bye Jerk, Hello Mr. Right by Rosie Steppe

Chapter 686

"Returning the favor."

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Xander's reply was blunt, and I immediately caught the hifit of that earlier misunderstanding he had about me.

"So, you just happened to show up when I was in danger? Should I be suspicious you staged the whole thing?" I shot back, using his own accusation against him.

He didn't flinch, his eyes fixed on the road. "I'm sorry. I was wrong about you."

Wait-what? I froze. He'd figured it out that fast?

"Earlier, I overheard that fat guy on the phone. Today's setup was orchestrated by Wayne Johnston of RiverwaveCorp."

I froze. That guy had clearly mentioned Jace...

"You don't believe me?" He glanced my way briefly. "I recorded it."

Without missing a beat, he handed me his phone. The screen lit up, and I tapped the recording.

[Boss, it's done. Ms. Kay thinks it was Jace Johnston...]

My hand trembled slightly, but it wasn't fear-it was disbelief. Wayne had really gone this far?

It all added up now. Jace refusing to let me go must've pushed Wayne to the edge, desperate enough to pull something like this.

Wayne's schemes had nearly taken him out. Back then, it was all about eliminating Hayden, Jace, and Steve in one go. I hadn't fully grasped just how far gone Wayne was even then. Wayne's obsession with me had spiraled into something dark, something unhinged. Even his own

he can't have me,

him-so extreme-might destroy what he

played the part of the charming, warm guy. But

worse-had he always been this way,

all settled over me, leaving me silent

we finally stopped, Xander

think was trying to

Wait, what?

The memory of the car's blinding headlights came rushing back. Honestly,

with clear intent. If it weren't for Xander, I would've

actually try to kill

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Chapter 696

I'd crossed recently, at least not

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He stepped

the moment I put weight on my still-healing knee, It buckled. Xander grabbed my arm before

arm free once I'd steadied myself. Then I glanced

out," he said,

and trailed

he handled the receptionist. It felt... off, like I was the one who needed help.

could ask, a nurse called me over. Confused, I followed her into a treatment room. She gestured for me to sit down