Can’t Win Me Back novel (Alyssa and Jasper) novel Chapter 2461

Remy pursed his lips, bending down to pick up the fallen poker card. It was the King of Spades—an entry pass to Kings' Club.

"My attacker was…"

Remy's pupils constricted as he tightened his grip on the card.

"It can only be that dear uncle of mine, always claiming to see me as his own son." Justin's lips curled into a sinister smile. "He's trying to get rid of my right-hand man, taking advantage of my internal feud with Jasper. Weakening me is just his first step toward gaining control over me.

"He's been a fugitive ever since his successful prison break, never returning to Cyrris after receiving his life sentence. His power base remains in Kontina.

"I'm the last surviving Dutton. The Dutton Group, as a cover, has declared bankruptcy and severed all ties with the country.

"My dear uncle has taken a huge risk just to target me. He sent his men to attack you in Solana City. What a delightful surprise. It seems he truly doesn't trust me, his only remaining family."

Remy lowered his gaze, his eyes dim. "He's wary of you because he's afraid you'll supersede him."

Justin clicked his tongue. "Supersede him? Zachary is nothing but a stepping stone for me—my ticket to Kings' Club and greater power overseas. Once I complete the new drug research, I'll replace him as one of their VIPs."

Justin's eyes gleamed with ambition. The future of a ruler stretched before him.

Remy's temples throbbed at the mention of the new drug, and one name came to mind—Amber.

That poor woman was locked away in an abandoned hospital, subjected to torturous experiments for the sake of that very drug.

He furrowed his brow but kept his tone cold. "What's your next move?"

"I need to secure Project A5. That's my key to becoming Kings' Club's honored guest—"

An incoming call interrupted him. In the darkness, Justin's gaze fell on his phone. His expression hardened as he answered.

"Hello, Mr. Gentry."

Rafe coughed. "Mr. Beckett…"

The video showed Rafe, naked and debauched on a couch, flanked by two unclothed women. If this got out, he'd be ruined.

"You're exaggerating."

Justin glanced at Remy, who immediately lowered his gaze. Remy then stepped forward and refilled Justin's teacup.

Justin's tone was calm, almost amused. "I simply captured your finest moment—to remind you that we're on the same boat."

Rafe's head spun in anger. "Why, you—"

"D-Don't! Mr. Beckett, I'm willing to renegotiate," Rafe blurted, panicked.

Justin's voice turned steely. "Project A5 has to be mine. I want it."