After a few rings, the call connected.


    "Jasper, I''m really surprised and pleased that you''d call me." Justin''s voice was as gentle and warm as


    ever but with a hint of weakness.


    "Justin, how are you doing?"


    Jasper, who was typically straightforward, wanted to get straight to the point. But since he needed


    something from Justin, he had to start with some small talk.


    "The same as usual, hanging on to life with medication every day. It''s causing me to lose my hair,"


    Justin joked. "Jasper, do you think I''ll turn bald next time we meet?"


    "I''m in Mosgravia right now," Jasper said seriously, no longer in the mood for jokes.


    "Oh? Really? When did you arrive?"


    "The night beforest."


    Jasper took a deep breath and said in a low voice, "Justin, I have something urgent to discuss with


    you. Can we meet?"


    That evening, Jasper and Xavier went to the address provided by Justin together.


    Along the way, Jasper''s jaw remained tense.


    He and Justin were blood-rted brothers and got along well in their youth. Even though they were not


    born of the same mother, Justin had taken care of him a lot as an older brother.


    However, Jasper hadn''t seen Justin for over a decade. Apart from asional holiday greetings, they


    had little contact, so Justin wasn''t particrly close to him anymore. What he felt more for him was


    respect.


    "Mr. Beckett, we''re here."


    Jasper snapped out of his thoughts and raised his head slowly.


    In front of them stood an impressive Wictorian mansion, exuding an atmosphere of seclusion and


    tranquility.


    "Wow... It''s so grand. It''s not inferior to Madam''s Heightsnew Vi," Xavier eximed in amazement.


    He couldn''t help but marvel. "It looks like Mr. Justin has been doing quite well overseas. This mansion


    probably costs billions in Mosgravia!"


    "Nonsense." Jasper pursed his lips. His childishpetitiveness rose again. "It''s nowhere near as


    good as Lyse''s home."


    Xavier felt that he had said the wrong thing and awkwardly scratched his head.


    Jasper adored Alyssa so much, to the point that he would treasure every strand of her hair. In his eyes,


    everything about Alyssa was the best.


    Xavier got out of the car first and respectfully opened the door for Jasper.


    Jasper stepped out with long strides. Just as he was fastening his suit button, a subtle fragrance wafted


    over him. It seemed to be the elegant scent of orchids.


    Strangely, the scent seemed to have a calming effect, relieving some of his stress.


    "Wee, Mr. Beckett," a cool female voice greeted them.


    Jasper looked up and saw a slender and graceful woman in a white coat walking toward them.


    "I''m Sheryl Gillis, Mr. Justin''s personal doctor."


    Smiling, Sheryl extended her hand politely. "It''s a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Beckett."


    Jasper remained impassive and fixed his sharp eyes on her.


    This woman made him feel somewhat familiar. But after searching through his mind several times, he


    couldn''t remember ever meeting her before.


    "The pleasure''s mine."


    Considering she was Justin''s man, he couldn''t be rude. Thus, he quickly shook her hand, as if


    prolonging the contact for an extra second would ignite a fire.


    "Mr. Justin is already waiting for you. Please follow me."


    "Okay."


    Xavier was about to follow when Sheryl spoke up coldly. "I''m sorry, but only Mr. Justin''s rtives and


    guests may enter the residence. Your secretary will have to wait outside."


    Xavier felt dejected, looking at Jasper with concern.


    Jasper whispered, "Xavier, wait for me in the car."


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    The moment Sheryl turned around, her previously smiling eyes turned icy cold.


    As Jasper was led inside, Xavier watched the beautiful woman''s back, feeling uneasy.


    The two walked one after the other through the winding corridors.


    Jasper''s cold gaze remained fixed on Sheryl, his mind filled with doubts.


    As they walked, her coat fluttered, and the faint scent of midnight orchids lingered around his nose.


    "Ms. Gillis, your perfume smells good. What brand is it?" The usually unromantic Jasper surprisingly


    showed an interest in women''s fragrances.


    Sheryl nced back with a smile. Her eyes were slightly flirtatious. "A busy businessman like you is


    actually interested in women''s cosmetics?"


    "I wasn''t interested before, but now that I have a lover, I naturally have to pay more attention."