Can’t Win Me Back novel (Alyssa and Jasper) novel Chapter 2340

A chill went down Jasper's spine.

At that moment, staring down the barrel of the gun, one thought consumed him. It was the only thought that mattered—he had to stay alive to meet Alyssa!

Jasper's mind raced. His gun was hidden under the driver's seat of his usual car, but today, he had taken a different sports car—one that wasn't equipped with a weapon. Panic gripped him for a split second before his instincts kicked in.

The soldier within him stirred.

Without warning, he jerked the steering wheel, ramming his car into Remy's.

One of Remy's headlights was taken out and left rolling across the snow.

All of a sudden, this prideful man was overwhelmed with anger. His eyes reddened with a strong sense of competitiveness, compelling him to pull the trigger.

A shot rang out. The bullet sliced through the cold air, shattering Jasper's car window.

From the very beginning, Remy hadn't intended to take Jasper's life. All Justin told him to do was to stop Jasper from meeting with Alyssa. He had not instructed him to take his life.

Nevertheless, that shot hit Jasper in the arm. Fresh blood gushed out from his wound, and blood had splattered on the car window.

Jasper's face went pale. He groaned but still kept his hands on the steering wheel steadily. He put the pedal to the metal and did not show any signs of stopping.

Even if the world turned upside down or if a bloody battle broke out, he would give his all to go to Alyssa.

It was as if that passion and intense urge, which he hadn't felt in a really long time, had suddenly risen within his chest once again.

Remy was startled to see how determined Jasper was that he wasn't even afraid of his gun. Right after that, his eyes dimmed as he reached his arm out the window and fired three consecutive shots at Jasper's tires.

What followed was a screeching sound that tore through the night. Jasper's tires blew out, causing his sports car to make a few spins on that empty freeway.

Finally, with a thunderous boom, his car slammed into the side of a slope on the right.

It was also thanks to the snowstorm that no cars were on the freeway. Otherwise, this could have ended tragically.

The front of the sports car was completely ruined. Thick smoke billowed from the hood, and glass had shattered everywhere.

Remy, his face like ice, approached the wreck, his eyes cold and calculating, his boots crunching over broken glass.

All of a sudden, the car door flung open.

Remy narrowed his eyes and raised his gun in a swift move.

In the next moment, a bruised and battered Jasper got out of the car. Fresh blood soaked his bangs and trickled down his badly wounded face.

Drops of blood trickled along his jaw and dripped onto the ground, blending into the desolate night.