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Winston said, "Everything else aside, there was one thing Lyse said that hurt me. She said that I had
never known what her mother wished for..."
Winston closed his eyes slowly. Tears moistened his long lashes, casting a sense of loneliness under
the street lights.
"Who else in this shitty world, other than myself, would understand her?" asked Winston.
"Mr. Taylor, Ms. Alyssa is young. She hasn't experienced many of the things you've been through, so
she's still ignorant." Neil let out a long sigh. "If she gets a chance to know everything about Mrs. Taylor
in the future, she will come to understand your good intentions."
After Winston left, Angelina accompanied Lauren upstairs to rest. Alyssa and Cyrus sat in the living
room to chat.
"I wasn't the tattletale, Lyse. I swear!" Cyrus exclaimed with three of his fingers lifted.
"I know. We Taylors are not such jackasses. Even Liam, who hates Jasper the most, would never use
such a cheap method to pressure us via Winston."
Alyssa's gaze was steady. She trusted her family members unconditionally.
Cyrus stroked his chin and wondered, "You have both been staying here recently. If Winston knew
about it in the first place, he would have turned up long ago.
"This shows that there was someone else who harbored bad intentions. They were the whistle-blower!
Hmm. Who could it be?"
Alyssa didn't hesitate as she guessed, "It must have been that sly man, Jameson.
"I have been feeling so suffocated these two days, so I begged Jasper to go out for a spin with me.
Jameson has eyes everywhere in Solana City. I wouldn't be surprised if one of his men spotted and
tailed us.
"At the same time, they may have informed Winston to win some brownie points. This is very likely the
case."
It had become second nature to her to be suspicious of Jameson. She had already identified him as a
villain.
"Damn it. That Jameson Schmidt has a lot of time on his hands, doesn't he? He really stooped so low."
Cyrus clicked his tongue and shook his head with contempt.
"Whatever. He can choose to play all these dirty tricks for all I care. Jasper and I won't be affected
anyway," said Alyssa as she smirked at Jasper.
Jasper's eyes filled with gentleness. He kissed her on the lips, as if they were the only ones in the
room.
Alyssa never had to ask for a kiss, as he was the proactive one.
Cyrus looked like he couldn't bear looking at the scene before him.
He turned away and commented, "You're both greasier than the roasted pork belly I had for dinner
tonight! Anyway... We should get down to business. I still have to get back to the station after we're
done."
They focused their attention back on the purpose of their meeting.
Jasper opened the envelope that Cyrus brought. He leaned his head against Alyssa's as they both
studied the document.
"The trial for Sophia's case will begin soon. This is the information that Silas and I have compiled. It
includes some questions that will be asked in court. Do look and see if there's anything else to add."
Cyrus's expression turned serious. He continued, "There is only one opportunity. We must grab onto
this chance. We certainly cannot give the Beckett Group or Sophia a second to breathe!" Jasper was
bright-eyed. He held on tightly to the document in his hand. At that moment, the lightweight papers felt
like a tonne of bricks to him.
The day when they could see the light at the end of the tunnel was finally coming.
Alyssa squeezed Jasper's hand. She fixed her eyes on Cyrus. Her eyes were full of gratitude. "Thank
you, Cyrus. Silas, too.
"Regarding Sophia's case, this is where you should stop. You are already doing something illegal by
bringing this information out for us. Plus, you've both helped us enough.
"Jasper and I will follow up with the rest of the matters. You and Silas don't have to worry about it
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Cyrus pressed his lips together and contemplated. He then nodded and said, "All the best."
"Thank you," answered Jasper firmly. He returned a slight smile.
Cyrus got up and walked to the entrance to take his leave as it was getting late. He insisted that they
didn't have to see him out.
Right when he was about to open the door, the door swung open. Suddenly, a man appeared in front of
him. It was Landon, who had just gotten home.
Surprise crossed Landon's face when he saw Cyrus at the door.
What was happening? What was Cyrus doing at his house?
Cyrus, on the other hand, looked calm. "Please excuse me."
His impassive attitude made Landon fly into a rage.
Landon raised his eyebrow and looked him up and down mockingly. With hostility, he remarked, "Oh,
look who's here. Aren't you that person who was on television?"
"Yes, that's me. And you are?"
Cyrus tilted his head to the side. He was not going to back down from his arrogance. He asked, "Are
you the overprotective Mr. Landon?"