Can't Win Me Back



Sheryl's eyes lit up. "And what might that reason be?"

Justin's lips curved into a faint smirk, his voice calm yet carrying a cold, ethereal tone. "Besides Ms. Alyssa, there's another woman who holds great significance to Jasper. She's the only one who can compel him to act without hesitation."

Remy, usually a man of few words, abruptly spoke up. "Is she the one you've mentioned before? The woman who saved Jasper on the battlefield?"

*After Jasper retired from the military, he was plagued by PTSD. He came back shattered, dispirited, even on the brink of taking his own life.

"During that time, I often spoke with him over the phone, urging him to hold on, to keep living. I reminded him that if I could endure this half-disabled existence, then surely, he could find a reason to go on."

Justin's tone was leisurely, as though recounting something insignificant.

He continued, "I told him that if he were gone, what would become of Beckett Group? More than that, he would leave Dad and Grandpa utterly devastated."

"Mr. Justin, you are too kind," Sheryl murmured, her eyes softening with pity. Then, through gritted teeth, she added, "If it were me, I would've seized that chance to eliminate Jasper back then!"

Sheryl continued, "Honestly, I regretted listening to that witch Sophia. Why did I save Jasper when he slit his wrist? He should have died then-if he had, he wouldn't be causing you trouble now."

Remy's eyes flickered with disdain. Though he and Sheryl worked under Justin, they were far from allies. Remy was ruthless, but he operated strictly by Justin's orders. Sheryl, on the other hand, was a lurking menace, constantly scheming to bring Jasper down.

Compared to Jameson, who was also nicknamed "Viper, Sheryl was far more dangerous. Even though they seldom crossed paths, Remy couldn't hide his disgust for her.

"Do you truly think I'm that magnanimous?" Justin smiled faintly. "I helped Jasper not just out of kindness but because Beckett Group needed him then. I've never doubted his abilities in business. Besides, if he had died, you and I wouldn't have crossed paths, would we, Sheryl?"

"Mr. Justin..." Feeling shy, Sheryl blushed.

Justin continued, "Jasper often spoke of that woman who saved him on the battlefield, risking everything for his life. She wore a large mask, so he never saw her face. His biggest regret was not knowing who she was.

"He didn't even know her name. He could only refer to her as White Dove. For years, he's been searching for her, but he's found nothing.

"Nevertheless, he told me that White Dove is someone very important to him. He wants to repay her for saving his life and will do anything she asks.*

Sheryl realized something. With a sense of urgency, she probed, "Mr. Justin, are you saying you've found White Dove?"

Justin stroked the cockatiel's feathers gently. He curled the corners of his lips upward slightly as the look in his eyes deepened. "I've always known who she is."

"Who?"

"She has been right under our noses."

Remy's pupils constricted. 'Alyssa Taylor?"

Sheryl widened her eyes in shock. She stammered, "S-She's Alyssa? Of all people, it was her?"

She could hardly process it-the savior Jasper had sought for years was none other than the one closest to him all along. The sheer absurdity of it left her reeling.

Justin merely smiled, saying nothing as he set a folder on the table.NôvelDrama.Org © 2024.

Sheryl lunged forward, snatching it up with trembling hands. As she skimmed through the documents, her fingers quivered. Shock, disbelief, and a gleeful malice danced in her eyes.