Chapter 337
Landon said, “How long do you think it will take for you to drag this out before those two end up married, or worse-start having babies?”
Jasper’s heart skipped several beats at the thought. Nevertheless, he said coldly, “Who told you I was
going after her again?
“I need the information because she has taken away yet another project of mine. This time, she’s working with Jameson Schmidt. It will negatively impact the company moving forward.”
“Whatever you say, dude.” Landon cackled, then tossed an orange peel at his friend.
Jasper caught it with his hand before crushing it into dry pulp.
Xavier had to resist the urge to laugh with every fiber of his being. “Mr. Jasper, there appears to be no
relationship between Madam and Mr. Jameson that is worth losing sleep over.
“She had eyes only for you in the past three years, and there’s no evidence of any involvement with the
Schmidt family on her end prior to that.”
Only then did Jasper’s expression lighten up.
Jameson’s affections seemed to be purely one-sided.
“But I did find out that Mr. Victor Schmidt was last seen bringing his two sons, Jameson and David, to
Belbanks, most likely to visit Mr. Winston. Given the relations between their families… he… he wouldn’t
be discussing a marriage alliance, would he?”
Both Landon and Jasper were left stunned at the notion of a marriage alliance.
Jameson and Alyssa were childhood friends. Their families had a close friendship and were equally on
par in terms of power. On top of that, they were just the right age. Marriage seemed almost inevitable.
Jasper was seized by a dreadful, soul-crushing terror.
“Oh, well. Good game, well played. Landon shrugged. “Even if Alyssa refuses to marry him-now that
Victor has personally gone to see her father with Jameson in tow, Alyssa might just relent in the end if her
father doesn’t let up on her …”
Jasper was left speechless, and his expression was so sour that it looked like he had aged by a decade.
“Hey, do you think you’d be invited to their wedding? You were married to the bride, after all.”
Anger rose in Jasper’s chest. “No, Alyssa would never acquiesce to her family’s insistence. She would
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Landon couldn’t help but quip, “So goddamned sour.”
“Landon!”
“f**k you, I was talking about the orange!”
Jasper followed Landon to his family home in the evening for dinner. He had known Landon’s mother,
Penelope Miller since he was a child.
Despite their familiarity, he remained courteous and brought several presents for her benefit, from aged
wines to gold pendants.
Penelope was just as generous and kind to Jasper. She had prepared a feast for dinner, including many of
his favorites.
“You’re biased, Mom!” Landon huffed. “You didn’t even make one favorite of mine. I knew bringing Jasper
over those years ago was a bad idea!”
“Unlike Jasper here, you’ve eaten my cooking for over 20 years. Of course I have to treat him right this
once. You just be quiet and enjoy the meal.”
Penelope was quite fond of Jasper, having treated him like a son for years. “Try some of this. I remember
you told me you liked it after school one time.”
“Thank you, Mrs. Harper,” Jasper smiled, thanking his godmother.
“Eat up, Jasper!” Zoe sat beside him and scooped some paella into his plate. “Here, I made this just for
you. Try it!”
But before the rice could reach Jasper’s plate, Jasper stopped her. “Thank you, but I can help myself.”
