Can’t Win Me Back novel (Alyssa and Jasper) novel Chapter 2200

Alyssa's heart pounded fiercely. Damien had never liked the sea. He found its vastness and mystery unsettling, always leaving him feeling inexplicably depressed. He preferred towering mountains, enjoying the thrill of climbing to their peaks and their majestic view.

Ironically, he lost his life to the sea, dying in a manner he had always dreaded. Additionally, Damien disliked eating fish, finding the process of removing bones tedious. Yet, whenever Alyssa had fish, he would patiently and carefully remove all the bones for her.

He had got to be Damien.

He must be.

"Damien! I'm Lyse. Don't you recognize me? Damien!" With tears in her eyes, Alyssa called out to him repeatedly to jog his memory.

"You've got the wrong person, Ms. Alyssa." Remy couldn't care less. He even felt that she was being noisy. "I am an orphan. I am on my own, so I don't even have siblings.

"Mr. Schmidt, one tends to hallucinate after facing the sea for a long time. You should get Ms. Alyssa's head checked."

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Jameson tasked his people to take Alyssa back to her room.

In the dining room, the two men, with vastly different dispositions, faced each other. Remy devoured his meal with gusto while Jameson, sitting across from him, looked pale and sinister. They seemed to come from different worlds.

"How long are you staying here for?"

"Until you get married." When Remy finished his meal, he straightened his back and picked up a napkin to wipe his mouth. He briefly exuded the air of a nobleman before returning to his cool demeanor. "If you and Ms. Alyssa can marry, I will leave this place."

With a gloomy gaze, Jameson asked, "And if we can't?"

Remy lowered his eyes, remaining silent as he took a leisurely sip of water.

"You'll take my fiancée away from me and bring her to Mr. Justin, won't you?" Jameson's shoulders shook slightly beneath his suit.

The thought of Alyssa being held captive by a monster like Jameson filled him with a sickening dread. He couldn't allow himself to slow down, even for a moment.

Cyrus and Liam were on the brink of collapse, but Jasper kept pushing on. The others feared he'd collapse before they even found Alyssa.

On the sixth day, everyone, including Jasper, was utterly exhausted.

"If we continue like this, we might even take a year to find her. We don't have enough manpower. This isn't enough to cover every corner of the country!" Liam slammed his fist on the map on the table in anger. Rage and hatred interweaved within him, and his eyes had turned red.

After toiling for a few consecutive days, even Cyrus, a tough criminal investigator, developed a high fever. He relied on ibuprofen to keep going.

It was too much. The search area was too vast, and they needed far more support. But this was Kontina, not Cyrris. Their resources were limited. Even as president, Jeremy needed the royal family's approval to mobilize military troops.

Just as they were at their wits' end, Miley led a dainty, familiar, and beautiful woman into the room.