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.

Hayden, Jace, and Steve in one go. I hadn't fully grasped just how far gone Wayne was even then. Wayne's obsession

have me, would he kill

man like him-so extreme-might destroy what

of the charming, warm

been this way,

me silent the rest of the drive to

finally stopped,

was trying to hit you back

Wait, what?

blinked, caught off guard. The memory of the car's blinding headlights came rushing back. Honestly, I'd shoved that moment so far out

car barreling toward me with clear intent. If it weren't for Xander, I

actually try

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couldn't think of anyone I'd crossed recently, at least not

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on," Xander said, snapping me out of my thoughts. He stepped

the moment I put weight on my still-healing knee,

mumbled, pulling my arm free once I'd steadied myself. Then I glanced at him. "Where are you hurt? What department

out," he said, already walking

sighed and trailed

he handled the receptionist. It felt... off, like I was the one who needed help. He didn't even seem hurt. So why

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