“You were by Jasper’s side throughout their three years of marriage. You knew what he had done to


    Alyssa, and he has to make amends to her as long as he’s alive,” Landon reminded Xavier.


    Xavier felt a stab in his heart when he recalled Alyssa’s helplessness when she was living with the


    Becketts. Despite that, she remained a loyal and loving wife to Jasper.


    Tears rolled down Xavier’s cheeks as hemented Jasper’s suffering. However, he knew that Alyssa


    had


    suffered a lot of heartache as well.


    Xavier didn’t want Jasper to wake up and have no one by his side, so he crashed on Jasper’s couch


    that


    night without changing.


    He woke up the next morning without an rm and reflexively looked in Jasper’s direction. He was


    shocked to find the bed empty. Where did Jasper go?


    N?vel(D)rama.Org''s content.


    “Mr. Beckett? Mr. Beckett?” Xavier shot up from the couch and panickedly looked around the room for


    Jasper.


    He found Jasper all dressed up and marching out of the bathroom. Jasper was dressed in a three-


    piece


    suit,plete with a wristwatch, a tie, and apel pin. He was decked in all the right essories.


    Gone was Jasper’s sickly appearance as he stood there, intimidating and important. Xavier nearly


    forgot


    how vulnerable he lookedst night.


    “Anything wrong with my face?” Jasper wondered as he buttoned his sleeves.


    He still sounded a little weak, but it was hard to notice.


    “Mr. Beckett, why are you up? You need more rest!” Xavier said, concerned about his health.


    “There is an important strategy meeting today at the Beckett Group. I need to attend,” Jasper replied,


    looking calm.


    “Damn! I forgot about it!” Xavier eximed as he smacked his forehead.


    Soon, he advised Jasper, “Mr, Beckett, you are still sick. How about skipping today’s meeting? Don’t be


    too hard on yourself.”


    Jasper, looking pale and frigid, gestured at Xavier to shut up. He reassured Xavier, “I’


    ready.”


    At 10:00 am, a ck Rolls-Royce showed up on time by the entrance of the Beckett Group Tower. The


    ostentatious car te of A9999 immediately attracted much attention.


    “A car te reading A9999? What a rarebination!” the passersby whispered to each other.


    “I recalled seeing this number te on an auction. The news reported it because the winning bid was


    20 million dors!”


    “What the fuck? Is there a car te worth 20 million dors? That is beyond the imagination of an


    ordinary man!”


    “I’m curious about the car owner.”


    “He or she must be a society elite that we will never cross paths with, without a doubt.”


    At the same time, Jonah was seated in the Rolls-Royce, reading a Bible that rested on his thighs. He


    sped a cross and mumbled inaudibly.


    After saying his prayers, he slowly closed the Bible and muttered, “Amen.”


    His eyes burned in resentment as though his dormant inner devil had been unleashed.