Can't Win Me Back

Chapter 2225

Jasper felt a pain unlike any he had ever known. It wasn't a physical agony like having flesh torn away, but a slow, excruciating torture akin to being slowly sliced by a blunt blade. It was a hundred times worse than dying instantly.

His mind raced through a chaotic sequence of images, like a black-and-white movie playing backward. He saw people retreating and leaving-Javier, Anne, Newton, Landon, Lauren, Jonah, Axel...Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

He reached out desperately, trying to grasp any of them, but they were slipping away, one by one.

Finally, the image settled on Alyssa's radiant face. "Lyse... Don't go..."

Tears streaming down his face, he lunged forward, wrapping his arms around her. But she dissolved into golden dust, vanishing into the frigid air.

"No!"

A beep sounded in his ear as if everything had been reset. Darkness enveloped him, and he fell unconscious. Now, there was just silence.

Jameson stood motionless, staring at the fallen man. He wasn't sure if he was dead, but deep down, he was devastated.

Jameson then heard footsteps approaching from behind. He turned to see Remy emerging from the underground tunnel.

With an emotionless look on his face, Remy picked Alyssa up in a princess carry.

*The Taylors have arrived on the island." Without even a glance at Jameson, Remy's voice dripped with barely concealed hatred. "Sir is leaving you to clean up. I'm sure you have no objections, right, Mr. Schmidt?"

Jameson stood motionless, his face pale. Though impeccably dressed, he looked like a man who had been thoroughly used and discarded.

He had been drained of all his worth-now thrown away like trash.

The opening in the statue of the goddess closed back up slowly.

Jameson scoffed, laughing at himself bitterly. "Jameson Schmidt, your life has been a big mistake. If reincamation exists..."

Before he could finish, the deafening roar of a helicopter overhead drowned out his words. It hovered above, casting its shadow over the glass shed.

Then, there was a thunderous crash, and with that, the seemingly indestructible glass shed was destroyed. Glass shards rained down, cutting Jameson's neck, cheeks, and arms. Yet he remained unmoving.

"Bastard! Go to hell!" Axel, eyes blazing with fury, charged at Jameson, kicking him to the ground.

"I will kill you... I will kill you!" Axel stomped down on his back, pulling out his gun and pressing it against the back of Jameson's head.

"Axel, don't!" Jonah shouted, pushing Axel aside.

A gunshot rang out.

Jonah had been quick enough to deflect Axel's aim, but the bullet still struck Jameson's left shoulder, only missing his head by inches.

'I've lost, Lyse." Jameson fell limply to the ground. With his head pressed against the ground, he turned his head to look at the unconscious Jasper nearby. He let out a hollow, bitter laugh. "I've lost to him... completely."