Can’t Win Me Back by Ginger Sue

Chapter 2340

A chill went down Jasper's spine.

At that moment, staring down the barrel of the gun, one thought consumed him. It was the only thought that mattered-he had to stay alive to meet Alyssa!

Jasper's mind raced. His gun was hidden under the driver's seat of his usual car, but today, he had taken a different sports car-one that wasn't equipped with a weapon. Panic gripped him for a split second before his instincts kicked in.

The soldier within him stirred.

Without warning, he jerked the steering wheel, ramming his car into Remy's.

One of Remy's headlights was taken out and left rolling across the snow.

All of a sudden, this prideful man was overwhelmed with anger. His eyes reddened with a strong sense of competitiveness, compelling him to pull the trigger.

A shot rang out. The bullet sliced through the cold air, shattering Jasper's car window.

From the very beginning, Remy hadn't intended to take Jasper's life. All Justin told him to do was to stop Jasper from meeting with Alyssa. He had not instructed him to take his life.

Nevertheless, that shot hit Jasper in the arm. Fresh blood gushed out from his wound, and blood had splattered on the car window.

Jasper's face went pale. He groaned but still kept his hands on the steering wheel steadily. He put the pedal to the metal and did not show any signs of stopping.

Even if the world turned upside down or if a bloody battle broke out, he would give his all to go to Alyssa.

was as if that passion and intense urge, which he hadn't felt in a really long time, had

was startled to see how determined Jasper was that he wasn't even afraid of his gun. Right after that, his eyes dimmed as he reached his arm out the window and fired three

followed was a screeching sound that tore through the night. Jasper's tires blew out, causing his sports car to make a few spins on that

slammed into the side of

that no cars were on the

front of the sports car was completely ruined. Thick smoke billowed from the

like ice, approached the wreck, his eyes cold and calculating, his boots crunching

a sudden, the car door flung

and raised his gun in a swift

Jasper got out of the car. Fresh blood soaked his bangs

jaw and dripped

physically and mentally like crashing waves. It was as if he was about to

one else in all of

Remy commanded coldly as he aimed his gun

and

his determination, strength, and

brink of death would pale into insignificance

Remy's charming eyes filled with ferocity. He gritted

to be fearful at all. He croaked, "I

about my gun?" Remy cocked his

trigger, Jasper had nowhere to run. He would most definitely lose his life