Can’t Win Me Back novel (Alyssa and Jasper) novel Chapter 380

Chapter 380 

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a step back, putting some distance between herself and Zoe to steer clear of the ongoing 

controversy. 

The reporters who came to their senses scrutinized Zoe. 

One of them remarked, “So, Ms. Harper was pointing fingers, even though she wasn’t even a VIP member 

at AX. That’s quite absurd.” 

Another chimed in, saying, “She should have minded her own business.” 

A third reporter added, “She believes she can have a say just because she bought a few pieces from AX. 

Look at her, making these bold accusations in front of the CEO, who probably doesn’t even know her 

name. It’s rather tactless. She’s no match for Ms. Alyssa!” 

Zoe couldn’t help but grumble inwardly about the media. How could they compare her to Alyssa? 

Zoe’s mind went blank as she almost blacked out from the anger. That was the greatest humiliation she 

had endured in her young life. 

Alyssa paid no attention to Zoe as she left the scene, chatting merrily with Vincent and Ada. 

The reporters flocked after them, leaving Zoe behind. Her face drained of color. 

“Zoe! T-This is bad!” Betty hurried over and tugged on Zoe’s arm. She hissed nervously, “Jasper is here!” 

“J-Jasper? Where?” Feeling guilty, Zoe sweated profusely. 

“He was standing not far away and saw everything that happened! He appeared out of nowhere, like a 

ghost. I didn’t even notice when he arrived or how much of it he saw!” 

Zoe inhaled sharply and rigidly turned around. She spotted Jasper’s tall, stern silhouette glaring at her 

from the shadows. 

A suffocating sensation gripped her throat. Her breathing, heart rate, and thoughts seemed to stall. 

“J-Jasper!” 

Furrowing his brows, Jasper coldly shook his head and walked away with Xavier following closely behind. 

Zoe had a sick feeling in the pit of her stomach. She stumbled backward. Jasper’s gaze seemed like a 

knife, severing the ties between him and her. a 

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Zoe buried her face in her palms and sobbed loudly in the washroom. Her delicate eye makeup was smudged, and her eyeliner and glitter were everywhere. 

She grumbled, “Damn it! Why isn’t that bitch dead yet? She should’ve been run over by a car or something!”