Alyssa knitted her brows as she grappled with the mixed emotions. She argued, “I’m not worth risking


    your life for. You should cut your losses now.”


    Cut his losses?


    Rage filled Jameson’s eyes as he clenched his fists against the car window. Her words were more


    humiliating and hurtful than a simple “I do not love you.”


    She continued, “Everyone is deserving of love. I don’t want to see you end up like me.”


    Jasper returned to his car well past midnight. Xavier purchased a cup of hot coffee from the 24-hour


    mart across the park. When he handed the coffee to Jasper, he noticed that Jasper’s hands were too


    frozen to


    grip the cup properly.


    Feeling sorry for Jasper, Xavier increased the heat in the car and draped Jasper in his jacket. Then, he


    ced the coffee in Jasper’s hands.


    He suggested, “Mr. Beckett, there’s a hospital nearby. Let’s see a doctor. Your hands are cracking from


    the cold.”


    “How did he do it?” Jasper stared at his phone and pondered icily.


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    Xavier was surprised. “What do you mean?”


    “It was a photo on my phone. No one had touched my phone, including myself. So, how did he delete


    my photo?” Jasper seethed.


    “Could your phone have caught the Trojan virus?” Xavier wondered. His mind raced.


    “When you sent me to an IT ss, I learned about the virus but never used it. I remember that th


    hackers could hack into your phone with only your phone number and model. They could dele


    information that is not stored in password-protected folders.


    “That’s why you delete any information after reading them or store them in secure folders-never on


    your phone. So, did someone hack into your phone?”


    Jasper huffed and puffed as he rubbed his sweaty forehead. How could he forget the hacker


    knowledge from military school? The hackers might not alter the information in a text message, but


    they could delete the text itself! 1


    Jasper, looking pale, gritted his teeth and ordered, “Look into it. Examine the surveince footage of the


    hotel where Zoe was tonight. Also, investigate the woman who looks like Alyssa.”


    “Does she look like Madam? How is that possible?” Xavier gasped, wondering if Jasper’s mind wasn’t


    working after the cold. “Madam is the top beauty in the city, and no one can rival her. A carbon copy?


    That’s ridiculous.”


    “Just do what I ask of you. Quit bbering,” Jasper said. The memory of that woman who bore an


    uncanny resemnce to Alyssa sent a shiver down his spine.


    She certainly wasn’t Alyssa, but he worried that she might exploit her likeness to harm Alyssa.


    Finding that woman was more for Alyssa’s safety rather than for exposing Jameson’s tricks. He added,


    ”


    I’ll investigate my deleted texts on my own.”