All Chapters of Can't Win Me Back: Chapter 2521 - Chapter 2530

In the dimly lit corridor, Remy and Finnegan came face-to-face with a man in a white protective suit just a few feet away. That man was Number 64. He usually followed Sheryl around and was considered one of her trusted aides. At that moment, Remy lowered his gaze slightly, a vicious glint flashing in his eyes. With his back turned to the man, he quietly slipped his right hand into his inner pocket and wrapped his fingers around the cold grip of his gun. "Is something wrong, Number 64?" Finnegan asked, feigning indifference. Number 64 scrutinized the two of them before asking, "Who's on the bed?""A failed test subject," Finnegan replied evenly. "We're disposing of the body.""This direction leads to the base's secret passage—used for emergencies and escape. The incinerator isn't this way."Sensing something off, Number 64's tone turned cold and sharp. "Who exactly is on that bed? Who are you taking out of here? If you refuse to answer, I'll report this to Ms. Gillis and have

"Jasper…" Remy muttered under his breath, narrowing his eyes slightly. Gusts of wind howled from the sky to the forest floor. Jasper and Remy exchanged a knowing look and smiled. In that gaze of absolute trust, nothing more needed to be said. Jasper stood at the helicopter's cabin door, clad in a fitted tactical outfit that accentuated the taut lines of his muscles. He wore black cargo pants and a pair of sturdy military boots. The dazzling moonlight cast a cold sheen over him, highlighting his aloofness and ferocity. He was like an unsheathed blade, gleaming with icy brilliance that compelled others to lower their eyes.Remy let out a soft chuckle. "He's pretty cool."The compliment came straight from the heart. In truth, Remy had never praised anyone before. It was almost an honor to receive such words from him. Though the helicopter hovered midair, Jasper stood steady at the cabin door. In one fluid motion, he raised his gun. Calm and precise, he pulled the trigger, his

But in the end, this was all Remy's fault. He was the traitor. With Remy as her scapegoat, Justin would likely not be too harsh on her, even if he held her accountable for the disaster. After all, he had lost Remy—one of his right-hand men. He would have to keep her, his remaining right-hand confidant, close. …In the dimly lit study on the top floor of the six-story manor, Justin's usual elegance and composure had vanished. In their place was an unprecedented fury bordering on madness.The study looked as though it had been ravaged by war. The destruction was appalling.Sheryl stood there, pale as a sheet, trembling uncontrollably."Get on your knees." Justin stood by the window, gripping the sill so tightly that the veins on the back of his hand bulged. The tension in his neck and shoulders was unmistakable. Even beneath his white shirt, his muscles quivered faintly. Sheryl could not clearly see his expression. Fortunately, she could not—otherwise, she might have been t

Though the buzz in the helicopter cabin was deafening, the moment Remy uttered those words, it was as if everything fell completely silent. To be frank, deep down in Jasper's heart, he was slowly beginning to rediscover his feelings for Alyssa. In fact, his frozen heart fluttered every time he laid eyes on her. Whenever he saw her with Justin, his heart would race uncontrollably, and a throbbing pain would pulse through his head.If he hadn't forced himself to suppress his feelings, the violent headache—so intense it felt as if his skull might shatter—would make death seem like mercy. The pain was unbearable, making his limbs cramp and his breathing difficult. So how could he possibly go against Justin or protect Alyssa?"Some things aren't just about letting someone down. It's not that simple."Jasper's eyes dimmed slightly. With practiced precision, he used a pair of tweezers to remove the bullet lodged deep in Remy's left shoulder. Even so, Remy only furrowed his brow slightl

Home…This unfamiliar yet welcoming word left a deep imprint on Remy's pounding, fragile heart, sending sorrow and warmth surging through his chest at the same time. After a moment of silence, he spoke, not even noticing the faint tremble in his chapped lips."Thank you, Jasper." …Amber was rushed to the Taylor family's hospital for emergency treatment. Her life now hung in the balance. Meanwhile, Axel stood outside the emergency room, stiff as a board. From behind, his upright figure resembled a desolate, timeless statue. "Amber… my dearest…" Axel's bloodshot eyes filled with tears. Slowly, the tall man sank to the ground—first to one knee, then the other. Pressing his palms together, he muttered, "You have always been so resilient. You have to hang in there. I beg you… Don't leave me here on my own… "If there really is a God, I'm willing to give up the rest of my years in exchange for my darling Amber's health and safety from now on." He had once been a cold realist,