Can't Win Me Back



Chapter 2373

"Grandpa, please calm down." After a long period of silence, Justin stepped forward with a warm smile on his face. "You've misunderstood both Dad and me. I've never intended to take over Jasper's place.

"I'm already grateful to be alive, even with this broken body of mine. I desire nothing more. Besides, there's no one more suitable than Jasper to lead Beckett Group as its president. So, please don't trouble yourself or get angry over this."

Newton stared at Justin, his gaze locked on the faint smile that lingered on his grandson's face. Suddenly, he was struck by a vivid memory-of a young Justin, covered in blood, holding a knife, his lips curling into a sly smirk.

Pain shot through Newton's chest, sharp and unrelenting. He staggered, but Justin caught him just in time.

"Grandpa, be careful!"

Newton struggled to catch his breath, his hands clutching Justin's icy ones. His voice trembled as he spoke, "Justin... you wouldn't harm Jasper, would you? That boy lost his mother at such a young age.

"He's endured countless hardships and sacrificed everything for Beckett Group. His path hasn't been easy. Please, be kind to him. Don't make things harder for me. Can you promise me that?"

Justin's smile widened, though his eyes glinted with a cold, frosty light. "Grandpa, it seems you've forgotten that I, too, lost my mother when I was very young."

Newton's breath hitched.

"But don't worry.") ." Justin placed his hand over Newton's, his touch cold yet deceptively gentle. "No one will take away what belongs to Jasper. Not even me."

Alyssa let out a long sigh of relief as she managed to divert the bodyguard's attention.

Of course, she hadn't planned to confront Sheryl directly today. Creating a scene was never her intention. Her primary goal was to scout the area and gather information for her next steps. She recorded everything she observed in the hospital, intending to review the footage thoroughly later.

As Alyssa prepared to leave, she caught sight of Sheryl stepping out of an elevator. Sheryl's expression was cold as she strode toward the opposite end of the hallway.

Holding her breath, Alyssa gritted her teeth and followed silently.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

"Sir, everything has been settled," Sheryl said, lighting a cigarette and taking a deep drag.

Alyssa's eyes narrowed as she watched the figure before her. Sheryl's silhouette, clad in a lab coat, bore an uncanny resemblance to her own. Her focus sharpened.

Given that both the person behind Sheryl and the person behind Jameson were addressed as " Sir", it was highly likely that this "Sir" was Justin.

"Don't worry," Sheryl said smugly. "I'm keeping an eye on him. He'll never get the chance to speak again."

Alyssa clenched her fists, her nails digging into the wall. A cold glint flashed in her eyes. If Justin had ordered Sheryl to transfer Grover out of prison, what was his real motive?

After ending her call, Sheryl finished her cigarette and flicked the butt onto the ground. She turned to leave when Alyssa had a sudden idea. Lowering her voice deliberately, she called out, "Liana Gardner!"

Sheryl froze, her heart skipping a beat at that name. Instinctively, she spun around.

But the hallway behind her was empty.