Can’t Win Me Back novel (Alyssa and Jasper) novel Chapter 332

Chapter 332 

Jasper’s eyes darkened. “No. She’s bound to give it her all if she takes action, striking out all potential 

opponents. That’s why we must win over Alexa before she even starts.” 

The staff and directors were still dubious. It didn’t seem likely that Alyssa could tackle someone like 

Alexa when their company was having trouble already. 

“I want a complete dossier on Alexa’s personal life before the day is over. Exclude any information 

pertaining to Alexa’s professional endeavors,” Jasper directed. 

Just then, the design department head muttered, “Sir, we’re able to give you everything under the sun 

about Alexa’s professional information, but as for her personal info … there’s only one thing available.” 

“Yes?” 

“Alexa is… a woman.” 

The next day, Alyssa found herself craving her favorite comfort food after returning to her office post- 

meeting. 

“Get me some fried chicken and beer, will you, Sean? I’m hungry,” Alyssa requested while playing her 

video game. 

Sean chuckled. “Aren’t you worried at all, Ms. Alyssa? I’m as frazzled as your fried chicken due to Ada 

Kingsley’s request. The Beckett Group has already begun taking action, and shouldn’t we do the same? 

“You’ve shut down all the team’s plans for the jewelry design, only suggesting this Alexa person to handle 

the request. I don’t even know who she is. Shouldn’t we be working on a proposal to appoint her for this 

task?” 

“We won’t be able to appoint her, and neither will the Beckett Group, so there’s nothing to worry about,” 

Alyssa said leisurely. 

“But-” 

Just then, a video call request popped up on Alyssa’s desktop. Sean was about to leave to give her some privacy when Alyssa told him, “You can stay. It’s just a friend of mine. I trust you.” 

She clicked “Accept”, 

A window appeared on the screen, revealing a blonde-haired, blue-eyed beauty. 

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“It’s been a while, Sliva.” 

“Jasper Beckett from the Beckett Group just called me, requesting for Alexa to participate in their jewelry design project,” Sliva Nunez said, her tone accented. 

“Oh? Did he? How uncharacteristic of him.” 

“It doesn’t matter who calls me. I wouldn’t agree to their request either way.” 

“What if I sought out Alexa myself? Could you help me, being her personal assistant and all?” Alyssa 

grinned.