Can’t Win Me Back by Ginger Sue

Chapter 390
“Good job, Silas, although it was a little slow,” Alyssa complimented him merrily.
“This is pretty speedy, alright? Why didn’t you get Axel to work on this? He’s best at everything illegal. Got to find the right person
for the job.”
“I reached out to Axel a few days ago
but he’s on an important mission. I don’t want to take up his time.”
“Lyse, you’re pretty good at hacking-almost at Axel’s level. You’d have settled this yesterday if you had worked on it,” Jonah
expressed his puzzlement.
She merely yawned and explained, “I’m lazy.”
Silas was dumbstruck after learning that he had been used.
Alyssa looked through the Twitter account he found and smirked. “A reporter with a strong sense of justice, isn’t she? Instead of
reporting on her own news, she goes ahead and leaks the photos of the wedding site at my hotel, sticking her nose into other
people’s business.”
“Are you saying that someone’s behind her actions?” Jonah wondered.
“No. She wasn’t working under orders or getting paid for it because a reporter has her principles. She wouldn’t be involved in
entertainment news if she primarily covers social news.”
Alyssa stared intently at Abigail’s name and mumbled, “Abigail Grant. Abigail Grant... Why does that name sound familiar?”
She was struck by a realization and screamed, “I know who she is! She’s Michael Grant’s daughter!”
“And who is he?” Silas asked blankly.
“Is he the ex-assistant manager whom you fired and sent behind bars?” Jonah raised a brow in
amusement.
“Yes! She’s his daughter!” she confirmed. Thanks to her sharp memory, she recalled the information about

Abigail Grant she had once read, which helped to connect the dots.
“I can see now why she might have had a motive for leaking the news.”
“Same here. You sent her dad to prison. She was nice enough not to make you a social news headline.”
Silas nodded sternly.
“He’s a corrupted man. Why would I keep him around?” She lifted her chin proudly and argued, “He’s the
one in the wrong, not me.
“If she’s a good daughter, she should visit him more, not take revenge against me to make herself feel better. Why do I have to
be responsible for her dad’s crime? It’s ridiculous.”
“Ms. Alyssa, I’ve checked the surveillance footage. Our team members took turns monitoring the setup, and the workers
surrendered their phones when they worked. No one else could have accessed the site.” His eyes darkened as he stated, “It
appears someone from our team sold us out to Abigail Grant.”
Judging from Abigail’s good looks, Alyssa ventured a bold guess and instructed, “Sean, keep an eye on everyone in the team,
especially the men. Monitor their movements discreetly around the clock. Notify me anyone is in contact with Abigail,”
ht away if
*Lyse, why did you specify the gender?” Jonah questioned.
“That’s because men are tuned to lust!” She scoffed, harboring a bias against all men after her divorce.
“Except me,” Jonah quipped.
“Except me.” Silas chimed in.
Sean raised his hand to protest as well.
“I know you guys are decent men. You don’t have to defend yourself.” She lazily stretched and remarked, You can’t be any worse
than the one waiting at the gates, right?”
As the investigation stretched into the night, Jonah and Silas spent the night in the guest rooms arranged hv Alyssa

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Days of exhaustion had finally caught up with Alyssa. After a shower, she was out like a light as soon as her head hit the pillow.
A sudden flash of lightning tore through the darkened sky at midnight, jolting her from her sleep. She usually slept soundly but
was surprisingly woken up by thunder. She struggled to fall asleep after that.
She woke up and draped a silk night robe on her silk maroon nightdress. She put on her velvety red slippers, ready to get some
water.
Outside, the winds were howling, and the thunder was clapping. She quietly stood by the windows in the
corridor with a mug of water in Her hands.
She remembered sitting in her mother’s warm embrace, nestled in a rocking chair by the window on rainy
nights. They would gaze out of the windows, lost in their own thoughts. She mumbled, “It was a stormy
night when Mom left that place.”
But where? She couldn’t remember.
Thunder roared again in the sky. Through the flash of lightning, she spotted Jasper standing steadfast at the villa’s gates, staring
up at the windows of her bedroom. He remained unmoving as the tempest raged