Can't Win Me Back

Jameson said, "What's there to be afraid of? I've faced and done far more terrifying, darker, and more evil things over the years." Trembling slightly, Jameson lowered his eyes. His face was pale. He reached out a hand as if to catch a butterfly but grasped at nothing.

A moment later, he let his arms hang by his side. He curled his fingers into tight fists but still seemed powerless.

"Right now, all I want is to see Lyse one last time before I die."

The hired assassin was apprehended, and Natalie was transferred to a hospital under KS Group's care.

After returning, Axel, with his superior hacking skills, identified the cellphone number's owner and the outgoing message's origin within a few hours.

He was demonstrably more efficient than the police's Digital Forensics Department. After all, he was a seasoned professional.

The hush of night blanketed the manor.

Jasper and Alyssa's bedroom was a scene of post-coital bliss. Their clothes lay scattered on the floor, and the air hung heavy with a musky scent.

Curled together on the bed, Jasper held a sleeping Alyssa close. His chest was pressed right up against her back. They had that post-coital glow on their cheeks as they slept soundly. Despite being exhausted from days of strategizing, they didn't neglect their physical needs. Jasper's insistence that night left Alyssa so worn out that she fell asleep without showering. The phone on the bedside table rang continuously.

Jasper, always a light sleeper, woke up. This was a habit he developed from his days on the battlefield. He could only get better quality sleep when he held Alyssa in his arms. Alyssa mumbled and snuggled closer, oblivious to the interruption.

He watched her, his heart overflowing with love. He could spend eternity gazing at her, never tiring.This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

Worried about an emergency yet unwilling to wake her, he stretched across and grabbed her phone His eyes narrowed as he saw the caller Axel.

He tiptoed to the living room and answered the call.

"Axel," he greeted.

"I'm sorry. Did I wake you both?" Axel's voice was hoarse, laced with suppressed emotion.

"No worries. Lyse is still asleep."

Jasper settled onto the couch. His navy blue silk robe parted to reveal his sculpted physique. "What's the matter, Axel? You can be

straightforward with me."

"I found the one who hired the assassin. He made a cross-border transfer under a fake name, but I tracked him down."

Jasper frowned. "Who was it?"

"It was Jameson's secretary, Carl Moses. That son of a bitch! The phone call was made from The Millennium!"

"That's concrete evidence against

Carl. We need to get this to the

authorities immediately. With the

assassin in custody, we can get a warrant to arrest Carl."

Jasper leaned forward, a pulse throbbing in his temple. "Arresting Carl will cripple Jameson. It's a huge step toward bringing him down."

"Let's do this tonight. I can't wait any longer. If you hesitate, I'll go myself."

Axel's voice vibrated with urgency, and Jasper sensed a disturbing edge to it.

Axel added, "I have to rescue Amber tonight!"