Can’t Win Me Back by Ginger Sue

Chapter 762

Alyssa let out a knowing sigh. She and Lyla were well aware of

Winston's hot temper. He would have sent someone to harm Sophia had he known that Sophia was the mastermind behind Lyla's attack.

In Alyssa's opinion, that was not the most satisfying way of dealing with Sophia, nor was it legal.

Alyssa was adept with dealing honestly or playing dirty. Knowing how cunning Sophia was, Alyssa had to play dirty.

"Lyla, do you recognize this man?" Alyssa presented a photo on her phone to Lyla, as the attacker had concealed his face during the attack.

"This man... He's ... He's ..." Lyla stammered, wide-eyed. "His name is Ronald Branson. He was an assistant at TS Network, handling tasks like distributing food and drinks for actors."

"So, he had access to the TS Network building, right?"

"Not only that, he filled in other roles on set. Sometimes, when we were short on extras, he had to fill in", Lyla explained, a hint of confusion in her expression. "Lyse, why are you asking about him?"

Alyssa frowned as an unsettling thought crossed her mind.

Alyssa emerged from Lyla's room with a worried expression.

A maid approached her and told her, "Ms. Alyssa, a young gentleman is waiting for you out there. He seems to be waiting for some time."

Alyssa felt her heart skip a beat, and her palms grew sweaty. She couldn't help but get reminded of the scene where Jasper stood on the snowy grounds, loyally waiting for her.

"You didn't tell anyone about it, did you?" Alyssa asked discreetly.

"No. He specifically instructed me not to alert anyone else when passing the message to you," the maid replied.

"Got it." Alyssa steadied her breathing and crossed the spacious courtyard to the entrance with a throbbing heart.

Despite their recent argument, she felt no resentment toward Jasper.

Her heart raced inexplicably, leaving her bewildered by her own emotions.

Pushing the door open, Alyssa looked up to hear a tender call, "Lyse."

The charming, bright, and melodious voice shattered her hopes.

Jameson stood before her with a passionate gaze, a warm smile, and the Golden Ausman Horse in his grasp.

How could this be?