Can't Win Me Back

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A first-rate Wiktorian mansion was located in a secluded and quiet area on the East Side. It was Justin's private residence. Outsiders were unaware of its existence.

Sheryl arrived in the early hours of the morning, rushing to report to Justin, only to bump into Remy, who exuded an unmistakable air of coldness.

His eyes were bloodshot as if he hadn't slept in days.

A menacing vibe surrounded him, and his eyes burned with feral intensity. Sheryl felt unsettled and longed to flee his presence.

"You're like a ghoul," she muttered under her breath, rolling her eyes before knocking on the door to enter Justin's study.

Remy remained expressionless in the face of her contemptuous remark. He followed her into

the room.

In his classically-decorated study, Justin sat in his wheelchair, idly toying with a colorful cockatiel in its gilded cage.

Jameson once possessed an exquisite, costly cockatiel at The Millenium. A devoted follower of Justin, the former idolized the latter, mimicking his habits and hobbies, convinced that they were the hallmarks of power and intelligence.

It was a ridiculous notion.

Yet, worship bred obsession. The desire to merge with the idol, to become them, was an inevitable consequence.

"Sir, I've retrieved the voice recording," Sheryl said, stepping forward. She pulled out her phone and, in Remy's presence, played the conversation between Jasper and Alyssa from the car.

Justin's lips curled into a faint, enigmatic smile as he listened. But when he heard the words promise' and 'see you there, rain or shine", his expression darkened. His eyes became as deep and void as an abyss.

Remy, too, heard the recording. Alyssa's forced positivity was palpable, and it stirred a tempest of emotions within him.

"Just as you instructed," Sheryl continued, "I had someone hack into Jasper's car's dashcam to retrieve this recording of his conversation with Alyssa.

She sighed, her voice tinged with dissatisfaction. "It's a shame we didn't get anything more valuable."

Justin smiled and said, "No, this conversation is priceless to me. Very well done, Sheryl."

Sheryl was elated. "Thank you for your compliment, Mr. Justin.'

Justin's gaze grew dark, his voice low and measured. "There's something I need you to do next."

"Please, give me your orders."

"I noticed that you and Jasper have been getting along quite well recently. Other than Ms. Alyssa, you are the only woman who's able to get close to him. You have achieved remarkable success."

Justin nonchalantly fed the cockatiel as he spoke.

Sheryl recalled how Jasper had accepted her gift just earlier that evening. Her heart swelled with pride. "Of course, I'll do whatever is asked of me. Don't worry, Mr. Justin-I have no other intentions with Jasper. Everything I do is for your sake."

"Tomorrow, I want you to prevent Jasper from meeting with Ms. Alyssa."

Sheryl froze, momentarily stunned. "Mr. Justin, it's not that I don't want to, but... how do I justify stopping him from meeting Alyssa? He's a stubbom man. Once he makes a promise, nothing will make him break it. He's the type who would endure anything, even nuclear radiation."

A grin spread across Justin's face. With a deep gaze, he said, 'That's exactly why I'll give you a reason that Jasper cannot refuse."