Can’t Win Me Back by Ginger Sue

Chapter 2419

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?"

He fixed Jasper with a look of pure malice, his

chill spreading

weight of provocation, often inciting chaos without so much as a blink. Behind his polished exterior lay a rotten core, a man

narrowing. Without warning, he

the armrests tightly to steady himself. Though he managed to avoid

from the sidelines, felt a surge of

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

if

out, disappearing through the

he rose from the wheelchair. His eyes burned red with rage

the chair over

in his chest pocket. Breathing heavily, he answered

demanded,

was slightly startled. She hesitated before responding respectfully. "We've captured her. Do you want her

eyes to calm himself down after being riled up by Jasper. "Why would I want her dead?

snow fell heavily on the

fought fiercely against her attackers. But she was

snow, battered and bruised, the ground beneath her stained

black-clad assassins stepped aside as Sheryl approached. Dressed in an extravagant white gown, she stopped

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