Ch. 1941..1950

Can Not Win Me Back Chapter 1941-"Mr. Jasper." Sheryl stood up and walked over to Jasper with a smile.

"Ms. Gillis."

"The doe was injured, and I bandaged it without permission. I hope I didn't violate any of your family rules," Sheryl said softly, her eyes filled with affection.

Jasper remained indifferent, maintaining his distant demeanor toward her. "No, Ms. Gillis. That was really kind of you. We should thank you."

"When I was working as a doctor without borders in Luminara, I used to treat injured soldiers and civilians. I never thought my skills would come in handy for animals too." Sheryl sighed, shaking her head.

Jasper's dark eyes churned with hidden emotions.

In an instant, distant and elusive memories flooded his mind.

Back then, in Luminara, he infiltrated the terrorist organization and fought desperately. His arm was slashed, and his leg was hit by a bullet. He was basically on the brink of death.

It was White Dove who stopped his bleeding, treated his wounds, and fought to bring him back to the base camp, saving his leg.

"Oh… My head… I'm feeling dizzy." Sheryl suddenly frowned, and her body swayed.

The next moment, she unexpectedly fell toward Jasper.

Jasper snapped out of his thoughts at once, but it was too late.

"Hey! Watch out, Ms. Gillis!" Fortunately, Xavier dashed out like a ferret and swiftly stabilized Sheryl.

Jasper immediately stepped back, keeping a safe distance from her.

"Thank you." Sheryl clenched her fists discreetly, with a hint of coldness flashing in her eyes.

"Ms. Gillis, you've traveled a long way with Justin and have been looking after him. You must be tired. You should rest," Jasper said coldly before turning away and striding off.

"Shall I walk you to your room, Ms. Gillis?" Xavier offered, playing the role of the helpful gentleman.

"No thanks. I'm not that weak," Sheryl replied, pushing him away with annoyance.

Xavier scratched his head.

Just a moment ago, she seemed weak and unable to care for herself, but now she pushed him with considerable strength.

After the family dinner, Jasper escorted Newton back to Crescent Bay while Justin stayed at Seaview Manor with Sheryl.

Even though he had been gone for over a decade, Justin's room at Seaview Manor remained untouched, and it was cleaned weekly.

"Mr. Justin, it seems that Mr. Javier still values you. You can rest assured,"

Sheryl said as she brought water and medicine to Justin.

Justin sifted through the colorful pills with his long fingers, his face partially concealed in shadow.

"But Grandpa still has suspicions about me."

"He's just an old man on his last legs. Even if he has doubts, he can't do anything. Besides, you're his oldest grandson. How could he hurt you?" Sheryl's tone dripped with disdain.

Sheryl kneeled before him and looked at him in admiration. "You're so wise, Mr.

Justin."

Smiling, Justin patted her cheek as if she were a pet.

"By the way, Jameson heard about your return and contacted me, saying he wants to meet you."

"That's okay. That's what makes it interesting."

Justin opened the satin-lined box once again. He took out the hair clip and played with it under the moonlight.

Suddenly, his brow furrowed, and he broke the hair clip in half.

"One day, you won't be able to refuse me anymore."

Can Not Win Me Back Chapter 1942-On the way back to Crescent Bay, Xavier was driving with Ben in the passenger seat while Newton and Jasper sat in the back.Typically, they would chat endlessly, but they seemed unusually silent tonight.As they neared their destination, Newton sighed and placed his weathered hand on Jasper's shoulder. "Jasper, I know Justin went too far tonight and upset you.""I'm fine, Grandpa," Jasper replied with a faint smile. Under the dim light, his face was indescribably handsome yet cold."Don't take it to heart, Jasper," Newton continued to comfort him."He's my brother and my life savior. I can let it go this time."Jasper's words implied that if there was a next time, he wouldn't tolerate it again.He was Alyssa's husband, not a doormat. He couldn't tolerate any man harboring intentions toward Lyse under any pretext."I think Justin won't stay too long. He'll probably return to Mosgravia in a few days. In places where he's present, try not to let Alyssa show up."Newton continued, "Alyssa is such an outstanding girl. She's so captivating and radiant that men can't help but be drawn to her. No matter how composed and aloof a man may appear, his true nature will reveal itself when he encounters a woman he's interested in."This is especially true for men from our family. When they find someone they're attracted to, they throw conventional ethics out the window. Your clueless dad is a perfect example." Newton shook his head incessantly.Javier was probably sneezing continuously by now, wondering who the heck was talking behind his back."Grandpa, love isn't about constraints and control. Love is about understanding and companionship." Jasper's voice was low and firm, but his long lashes hid a certain emotion. "Lyse just needs to be herself.I can protect her. And I have confidence that no one can separate us.""Oh, silly, the world is complex. Just because you two have a good relationship doesn't mean you can rest easy. Look at Lauren and Landon. Don't they have a good relationship? But they still endured so much torment. Landon almost lost his life just to have a chance to stay with Lauren." "Grandpa, you seem to be quite emotional tonight. What's wrong?" Jasper couldn't help but frown in confusion.Newton took a deep breath and said solemnly, "In any case, you and Alyssa should try to avoid interacting with Justin as much as possible. And if one day Justin returns to Solana City, no matter what he does, try to avoid direct conflicts with him."Jasper's expression turned cold and serious as he said, "Grandpa, you know I'm not someone who's afraid to take a stand or shy away from challenges. It's true that Justin saved me, but that doesn't mean I'll let him suppress me forever and give in to everything without limits."If one day he does something I can't tolerate, even if Dad supports him, I won't let it slide.""You must endure what others cannot to achieve great things!" Newton's face reddened, clearly getting agitated."What if Justin asks me to give up the position of president?" Jasper's eyes darkened as he posed a key question.The atmosphere in the car became even more oppressive.Sensing the deadlock between Newton and Jasper, Ben and Xavier sat upright, not daring to make a sound."Grandpa..." Jasper's expression showed his surprise as waves of emotion surged within him.After dropping off Newton, Jasper's car headed toward Alyssa's villa.

Can Not Win Me Back Chapter 1943-Jasper gazed out the window with a gloomy expression, pondering Newton's earnest teachings. The more he thought about it, the more stifled he felt.

Somehow, he couldn't shake the feeling that Newton was afraid of Justin.

Newton's advice and determination to protect him at all costs made Jasper wonder if Justin was more than just a person in Newton's eyes. He seemed more like a bloodthirsty beast lurking in the shadows.

"Ahem… It was such a close call tonight, Mr. Beckett." Noticing that Jasper was down, Xavier tried to ease the mood.

"What?"

"You almost lost your innocence!"

"Lost what?" Jasper frowned.

"Earlier in the garden, Ms. Gillis almost threw herself at you. Luckily, my swift reflexes kicked in, and I arrived just in time to protect your virtue," Xavier boasted, sporting a self-satisfied grin.

Virtue?

Upon seeing his smug look, Jasper wanted to knock some sense into him.

"Even if you hadn't appeared, I wouldn't have any contact with any woman other than Lyse," Jasper stated with closed eyes. "Am I that unreliable?"

"That may be so, but even a whoremaster can't stop a shameless bitch."

Jasper's face darkened at those words.

"No matter how vigilant you are, those annoying bugs will seize any opportunity to land on you."

Without noticing the invisible wrath enveloping him, Xavier continued to ramble on, "Seaview Manor isn't like your private residence with Madam. It's crowded with people of all sorts.

"If there were any physical contact between you and Ms. Gillis, and someone with ill intentions spread rumors, Madam might not allow you into bed if she hears about it."

Anger flashed in Jasper's eyes as he kicked the back of Xavier's seat. "Tell me.

Who's the whoremaster?"

Xavier's throat went dry, and he didn't know what to reply.

"If you can't explain, say goodbye to your bonus for this month."

Xavier immediately surrendered for the money. "I was wrong, Mr. Beckett! My brain short-circuited, and I used the wrong metaphor. I won't do that again!"

Jasper smirked, but the emotions in his eyes remained inscrutable. "Your task for the next few days is to find out Ms. Gillis' background. Focus on her work history. I want to know whether she really worked as a doctor without borders in Luminara."

It was late at night, and Alyssa still hadn't fallen asleep; she was thinking about Jasper.

While on the living room couch, she took out several pieces of her high-priced jewelry, carefully wiping and cleaning them under the light.

Some were her own designs, priceless and unattainable regardless of one's willingness to pay. There were also items she had acquired at auctions—from emerald bracelets to top-quality rubies, each piece was an envy-inducing treasure.

Alyssa carefully placed her treasures back in their boxes with a contented smile.

Everything was finally settled this time, right? No one would torment this loving couple anymore, would they?

As she finished tidying up, the door to the room was gently pushed open.

"Lyse, why are you still awake at this hour?"

Jasper was somewhat surprised. He had entered quietly to avoid waking her up, but he hadn't expected her to still be awake.

"You have to attend Mr. Cornelius' funeral early tomorrow morning. Are you sure you can wake up in time, you sleepyhead?"

Can Not Win Me Back Chapter 1944-Jasper gazed out the window with a gloomy expression, pondering Newton's earnest teachings. The more he thought about it, the more stifled he felt.

Somehow, he couldn't shake the feeling that Newton was afraid of Justin.

Newton's advice and determination to protect him at all costs made Jasper wonder if Justin was more than just a person in Newton's eyes. He seemed more like a bloodthirsty beast lurking in the shadows.

"Ahem... It was such a close call tonight, Mr. Beckett." Noticing that Jasper was down, Xavier tried to ease the mood.

"What?"

"You almost lost your innocence!"

"Lost what?" Jasper frowned.

"Earlier in the garden, Ms. Gillis almost threw herself at you. Luckily, my swift reflexes kicked in, and I arrived just in time to protect your virtue," Xavier boasted, sporting a self-satisfied grin.

Virtue?

Upon seeing his smug look, Jasper wanted to knock some sense into him.

"Even if you hadn't appeared, I wouldn't have any contact with any woman other than Lyse," Jasper stated with closed eyes. "Am I that unreliable?"

"That may be so, but even a whoremaster can't stop a shameless bitch."

Jasper's face darkened at those words.

"No matter how vigilant you are, those annoying bugs will seize any opportunity to land on you."

Without noticing the invisible wrath enveloping him, Xavier continued to ramble on, "Seaview Manor isn't like your private residence with Madam. It's crowded with people of all sorts.

"If there were any physical contact between you and Ms. Gillis, and someone with ill intentions spread rumors, Madam might not allow you into bed if she hears about it."

Anger flashed in Jasper's eyes as he kicked the back of Xavier's seat. "Tell me.

Who's the whoremaster?"

Xavier's throat went dry, and he didn't know what to reply.

"If you can't explain, say goodbye to your bonus for this month."

Xavier immediately surrendered for the money. "I was wrong, Mr. Beckett! My brain short-circuited, and I used the wrong metaphor. I won't do that again!"

Jasper smirked, but the emotions in his eyes remained inscrutable. "Your task for the next few days is to find out Ms. Gillis' background. Focus on her work history. I want to know whether she really worked as a doctor without borders in Luminara."

It was late at night, and Alyssa still hadn't fallen asleep; she was thinking about Jasper.

While on the living room couch, she took out several pieces of her high-priced jewelry, carefully wiping and cleaning them under the light.

Some were her own designs, priceless and unattainable regardless of one's willingness to pay. There were also items she had acquired at auctions—from emerald bracelets to top-quality rubies, each piece was an envy-inducing treasure.

Alyssa carefully placed her treasures back in their boxes with a contented smile.

Everything was finally settled this time, right? No one would torment this loving couple anymore, would they?

As she finished tidying up, the door to the room was gently pushed open.

"Lyse, why are you still awake at this hour?"

Jasper was somewhat surprised. He had entered quietly to avoid waking her up, but he hadn't expected her to still be awake.

"You have to attend Mr. Cornelius' funeral early tomorrow morning. Are you sure you can wake up in time, you sleepyhead?"

Can Not Win Me Back Chapter 1945-"I can understand if Betty has lost her mind. She wasn't a normal person in the first place. But how did she lose so much blood?" Alyssa grazed her lips against Jasper's palm.

"I heard she was laughing and cursing at the detention center. She'd grab anyone she saw and claim to be a Beckett, saying that her father is the president of the Beckett Group. The inmates beat her up. The more they beat, the more agitated she became."

Jasper's heart melted at Alyssa's submissive demeanor. He couldn't resist trailing his fingertips over her milk-stained lips.

"What an ambitious lunatic." Alyssa sneered.

"Last night, something must have snapped in Betty's head. She cut her hand and smeared blood on her cellmate and the wall, hence the blood loss."

"Perhaps she was already teetering on the edge of sanity then. She still remembered that she had contracted AIDS. She probably used her disease as a means to retaliate against the inmates."

Alyssa's eyes hardened as a cruel glint flickered within them. "But honestly, it's better this way. I was at a loss about what to do with her."

Legally, Betty would face three to five years for assault. However, if deemed mentally unstable, she'd be committed to a mental institution. There, she could continue to cling to her delusion of being a Beckett and live out her days.

That day marked Cornelius' funeral.

A shocking tragedy had struck the Harper household, leaving a family shattered by internal strife.

Landon bore the weight of great misfortune. Yet, despite the turmoil, the funeral proceeded smoothly thanks to his efforts.

Cornelius had been a legend and a powerful figure in his time. To face such a tragedy at the end of his life was devastating.

Yet, more often than not, once an influential person lost their position of power, others ceased to care. The attendees were mostly acquaintances from the business world or old friends. Loyal to a fault, these "people of the trade"

ensured a respectable ceremony even amidst the Harper Group's controversies.

Landon, Cornelius' eldest grandson, wore a simple black suit and carried his grandfather's photo as they made their way to the burial site. His heavy steps mirrored the weight of his grief while his emotionless eyes, a stoic mask concealing utter devastation.

Malicious online articles from media vultures questioned Landon's playboy past, casting doubt on his ability to succeed Cornelius. Thankfully, the Becketts and Taylors stood by him. Jasper and Alyssa, representing their families, offered unwavering support, flanking Landon—the new head of the house.

Landon was the only one present from the Harper family at the funeral. Yet, he remained unfazed by the criticism, standing tall and resolute, his gaze unwavering and commanding. Those who sought to stir trouble didn't dare in his presence.

The mourning hall was somber, filled with loved ones offering, flowers and tearfu! farewells to the man who had built the Harper Group from scratch.

Alyssa and Jasper stood by, their hearts seething with anger at the desolation before them.

Alyssa remembered attending funerals of the wealthy in her youth.

The turppub was often disappointing for families of such stature.

The sycophants looked down on Landon, assuming he would lead the Harper Group to ruin.

A new wave of tension filled the air as footsteps echoed through the hall.

"The chairman of the Schmidt Group, Victor schmidt, and president, Jameson Schmidt, have arrived," the announcement boomed.

Landon's reddened eyes locked on theirs, his gaze cold and sharp while Jasper's and Alyssa's expressions darkened.

Can Not Win Me Back Chapter 1946-chapter will update soon

 

Can Not Win Me Back Chapter 1947-Alyssa's breath hitched as a familiar voice echoed through the tense silence.

Squeezing Jasper's hand until his knuckles turned white, her heart hammered a frantic rhythm against her ribs.

"I-It's Winston!"

"Winston?" Jasper echoed, his surprise evident.

Then, a procession of men clad in black suits strode into the mourning hall with authority. Winston, a commanding presence that turned heads, stood proudly at the forefront.

But Winston wasn't alone. Accompanying him were Mandy, Lyla, Colene, Jonah, and Silas, representing the Taylor family.

Rarely did the Taylors assemble in such unity, indicating the significance of Cornelius' funeral to them.

"Dad!" Tears welled up in Alyssa's eyes as she launched herself toward Winston, engulfing him in a fierce hug.

Jasper watched the reunion, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his lips. He remained rooted in his spot, refraining from seeking favor and silently observing the scene.

"What's all this fuss about? I'm barely in my 70s. I'm as sturdy as a rock!"

Winston remarked, his heart warmed by Alyssa's affection yet feigning annoyance. "You hugged me as if I had one foot in the grave. People might get the wrong idea."

Alyssa clicked her tongue playfully, reluctantly releasing her hold on Winston's arm. "Why didn't you let me know you were coming? I thought you wouldn't show up."

"I worried for nothing, it seems," Mandy chimed in, a hint of exasperation in her voice. "I thought it would be sufficient if Jonah, Silas, and the three of us came to pay our respects. I didn't think it's necessary for Winston to make the trip all the way from Mosgravia, but he insisted on bidding Mr. Cornelius farewell in person."

"Don't say that you worried for nothing, Mandy. Your concern for Dad is evident,"

Alyssa reassured, noticing the renewed vigor in Winston's demeanor, a weight lifted from her heart.

Moved by the presence of such esteemed guests, Landon approached them, his eyes brimming with tears. As Landon spoke, his voice was achingly hoarse.

"T-Thank you for coming, Mr. Winston. I-It means a lot."

"Silly boy, call me Uncle Winston. 'Mr. Winston' sounds too distant," Winston replied warmly, patting Landon's shoulder affectionately. "You've just taken over the Harper Group. If you need any help, please don't hesitate to let me know.

The KS Group would be glad to assist you without hesitation."

Landon pursed his lips tightly and nodded earnestly, gratitude evident in his expression.

Observing the genuine affection Landon received from Winston, Jameson's heart burned with rage.

His fists clenched tightly, trembling upder the weight of his crystal cuffs.

He used to be the one who enjoyed such a comfortable relationship with Alyssa's father, the only one who could address him as "Uncle Winston" and bask in the warmth of the Taylor family's acceptance.

Back then, Landon was a nobody, barely a blip on Winston's radar.

"Mr. Schmidt, were you the one spouting that nonsense?". Winston's gaze boxe into fameson, his tone intimidating.

Jameson bit the inside of his mouth hard and said nothing.

"Hmm, you boasted about it so proudly earlier. Why the sudden silence?" Winston's sneer dripped with disdaig. iMr: Schmidt, Im undecided whether to call you ignorant or short-sighted. How could you make such an absurd claim that the Harper family had no allies in the business world?"

Can Not Win Me Back Chapter 1948-Winston's voice boomed through the hall. "Even if you lack business acumen, Mr. Schmidt, a little observation goes a long way at your age. Can't you tell my daughter and Mr. Jasper are ride-or-die with Landon?"

Jameson was caught off guard by the unexpected turn of events. He remained silent, his face pale with embarrassment.

Winston's recovery and return from overseas to stand by the Harper family spoke volumes. No one would dare to look down on Landon anymore.

"Let's go, Jimmy," Victor said tersely, realizing it wasn't wise to prolong the confrontation with his former ally. With a darkened expression, he strode out of the hall.

Jameson adjusted his glasses and trailed after Victor.

As they departed, Winston called out without looking back, his voice carrying a tone of admonishment. "Even if you wished to appear sincere, you should have ensured you did it properly and spared yourself the embarrassment. Instead, you chose to create a scene at someone else's funeral, deceiving everyone with your falsehoods. Who will want to befriend you or do business with you after this?"

An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth.

Victor gritted his teeth in silent fury before exiting with an indignant huff.

Victor and Jameson returned to the car in silence, their efforts at the funeral having come to naught. Once inside, Victor unleashed his frustration on Jameson.

"You're so ill-tempered! Cornelius is dead, for heaven's sake. What was the point of saying those things? Look at what you've done. You've invited trouble and embarrassed us!"

"Hmm, have you conveniently forgotten, Dad?" Jameson's tone was icy as he suppressed his anger. "You were the one who insisted on attending the funeral.

If you had listened to me and stayed away, we wouldn't have faced humiliation at Winston's hands. From where I'm standing, you're the one who brought this upon us. If I hadn't intervened, Landon could have easily bested you."

"Jameson! How could you be so reckless?"

Victor trembled with anger, meeting Jameson's cold gaze with his own. He managed to quell his outburst, only gnashing his teeth in rage.

"No matter how many times we have this conversation," Victor spat, "you remain a disappointment! You can't even handle a woman! If you'd secured Alyssa, none of this would be happening! The Schmidt Group has now outshined the Beckett Group. If you had become Winston's son-in-law, we might have even acquired the Harper Group. Landon would have been left with nowhere to stand!"

Like father, like son. Victor and Jameson, though having different personalities, shared a talent for inflicting emotional wounds.

"I couldn't care less about a small outfit like the Harper Group. Even without Alyssa, I've managed to elevate the Schmidt GrOup to one of the Big Four, Jameson retorted, a sharp glint flickering in his eyes, hinting at a boundless ambition and greed. "But l've never been one to settle. I want it all-power, status, and the most beautiful woman in the world."

Victor snorted. "Haven't you noticed, son? The Taylor girl loathes you Her revulsion is practidaly painted on her faee. Your desires are nothing but a childish fantasy."

"When there's a will, there's a way,"

Jameson countered, closing his eyes.

A twisted smile played across his lips, a hint of something monstrous lurking beneath the surface.

He no longer harbored any illusions about winning Alyssa's heart. As long as he could possess her physically one day, he would consider it a victory.

Can Not Win Me Back Chapter 1949-The funeral proceeded smoothly after the unwanted guests departed.

Members of the Taylor family offered their condolences to Landon with genuine warmth. Winston, his face etched with concern, approached Landon.

"Landon," Winston began gently, "I'm sorry for what happened. Also, Mr. Beckett Senior called last night, expressing how unwell he's been feeling, so he won't be attending. However, he assures me he'll find time to meet with you and pay his respects at Mr. Cornelius' grave."

A wave of emotions washed over Jasper. Concern for his grandfather's health battled with a flicker of warmth at Newton's consideration for Landon.

"Thank you, Uncle Winston. I appreciate Mr. Beckett Senior's kind gesture."

Landon expressed his heartfelt gratitude, addressing Winston as he desired.

Landon understood that Newton had likely used his health as an excuse. After all, the Harpers hurt Lauren multiple times and almost cost her life.

Even if Newton had forgiven them, appearing at the funeral would stir up gossip.

Jonah and Silas offered their condolences as well. In that moment, Landon felt a newfound sense of belonging with the Taylors. He realized he had gained a new family and resolved to leave behind thoughts of vengeance and solitude.

"Let me take you back, Dad," Alyssa said softly, gently caressing Winston's arm.

"I'll be fine. With everyone here, I'm well taken care of," Winston reassured Alyssa, patting her hand.

"With no one left in the Harper family, it's important for us to stick together and lend our support. You and Jasper are Landon's closest friends. Stay by his side till the end."

Alyssa, deeply moved, nodded through her tears.

"Winston, allow me to escort you to your car," Jasper offered, approaching Winston with care and consideration befitting a son-in-law.

Winston nodded. "Okay, follow me."

This was Winston's first public appearance since recovering from his illness, and he made sure to make a grand entrance to support Landon. As a result, numerous media reporters surrounded the place.

To divert attention from the commotion, Winston's wives, with the assistance of their bodyguards, got into the car and left. Winston, however, remained composed and entertained the media with the help of his two sons and daughter.

"Thank you all for your concern regarding my health. I'm now fully recovered and feeling well. Today, we gather to bid farewell to Mr. Cornelius, and I'm sure he would be pleased to see so many of you here to pay your respects," Winston addressed the reporters bluntly yet tactfully, effectively silencing anyone who sought to stir up trouble.

"The Harper Group has faced its share of tribulations," Winston continued, "and Mr. Landon's sudden ascension undoubtedly raises questions. However, I have watched him grow up, and I know him well."

"Therefore," he declared, his chin rising a notch as his eyes burned with conviction, "I say this with absolute certainty—the sun will rise again on the Harper Group. Under Landon's leadership, it will rise to even greater heights!"

Winston's words brought a hush over the crowd. Meanwhile, Jasper stared in awe at the noble presence Winston exuded. Despite his age and stature, Winston commanded respect and radiated strength and integrity.

Feeling a sense of security in Winston's presence, Jasper resolved to learn from the venerable man.

"Jasper, there's someone here," Jonah's voice interrupted their thoughts, drawing their attention to a luxurious sedan parked nearby.

The arrival of the sedan caught the interest of some media persogneh and as its doors opened, two bodyguards emerged, followed by a woman in a white suit-Sheryl Gillis.

Jasper's heart clenched as he observed the scene, his jaw tightening in anticipation.

Justin was lifted into the wheelchair with the help of the two bodyguards. Sheryl then wheeled him toward Winston and Jasper.

"Who is that?"

"I'm not sure. I've never seen him before. But he doesn't seem like a regular folk."

He looks upper-class, judging by his appearance, manners, and demeanor. It's a pity about his legs, though. No one's perfect."

"Who says there's no perfect person?

Just look at Mr. Jasper, He's om practically flawless the has a beautiful wife and support from Mr.

Winston. He's a winner!"

As the discussion buzzed, Justin made his way through the crowd until he stood before the Taylors.

"Hello, Mr. Winston. It's a pleasure to finally meet you," Justin greeted politely, his hand raised despite his immobilityA gentle and humble smile graced his lips as he continued, "I'm Jasper's brother and the eldest son of the Beckett family, Justin Beckett." The content is on.

Can Not Win Me Back Chapter 1950-Justin Beckett?

A collective gasp rippled through the crowd.

Justin's name was synonymous with the immense suffering he had endured. He had survived a brutal kidnapping that resulted in severe mutilation. To receive proper treatment in Mosgravia, he had to relinquish his right to succeed.

He was finally back!

Jonah and Silas exchanged wide-eyed glances.

The hushed atmosphere shattered as cameras flashed, a cacophony of questions drowning out Justin's polite greeting.

"Oh, it's you, Mr. Justin. The pleasure is mine," Winston greeted, his eyes narrowing imperceptibly. Despite any internal turmoil, he remained composed, extending his hand to shake with the legendary figure of Justin Beckett.

Justin's hand felt cold as ice, its smooth and clean appearance contrasting starkly with the roughness of Jasper's hands. Winston couldn't help but note the difference.

Jasper's hands were so calloused that Winston wouldn't have been surprised if Jasper had done hard labor in his spare time. Winston didn't think Alyssa was particularly difficult to look after.

"I heard you've been undergoing treatment overseas. How is your health?" After all, Justin was Jasper's brother. Thus, Winston felt compelled to express some concern.

"It's good. Thank you for asking." Justin's gentle gaze shifted to Jasper's uneasy demeanor. "Jasper, make sure Mr. Winston is taken care of. I'll head inside."

"Okay, Justin," Jasper responded softly, his heart pounding against his ribs. He wasn't a man easily shaken, yet his brother's unexpected return had thrown him into turmoil.

He couldn't shake the sense that there was more to Justin's demeanor than met the eye.

Jasper, Jonah, and Silas escorted Winston to his car.

"Take care, Winston."

"Jasper, come with me. I have something to ask you."

Jasper hesitated for a moment before complying, sliding into the backseat with Winston.

"Your brother's timing is… curious,"

Winston began, his voice laced with concern. "Choosing the Harper family's funeral for trispublic Peturn seems dalculated. It garnered a significant amount of attention, something both your grandfather and father likely wanted to avoid, hence their absence. And your presence as Landon's best friend makes perfect sense."

"However," Winston continued, his brow furrowing, "Justin has been absent from Solana City for over a decade. His lack of connection to the Harpers makes his appearance here. unsettling, to say the least."

Jasper remained silent, uncertain of how to respond. He didn't wish to speculate on his brother's motives without knowing the full story.

"You're too kind for your own good,"

Winston remarked with a helpless glance, recognizing Jasper's o M reluctangeto engage in gossip.

Sensing Jasper's discomfort, he shifted the conversation. "How would you describe your relationship with your brother?"

Jasper's gaze softened as he delved into memories from long ago. "I returned to the Beckett family with my mother when 1 was Ave years old.

Wbile we're not blood-related, Justin always showed care and concern for me. He never held any resentment toward me, even after Dad brought me home years later. He was everything a good brother should be."

"How about now?"