NovelStartJasper's words snapped Alyssa out of her somber reverie.
Their minds couldn't help but gravitate toward that possibility, and the more they considered it, the more plausible and concerning it seemed.
"We've discussed this before. Preston and Zoe lack the capability to find such a skilled accomplice on their own.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThere must be someone behind the scenes aiding them." Jasper's eyes gleamed with insight as he methodically analyzed, "What if it's Jameson seeking revenge? It's conceivable. Moreover, Cyrus mentioned earlier that the killer is likely a foreigner. Jameson has been in Kontina for years; it wouldn't be difficult for him to recruit assistance for Harper and Zoe." "Revenge? If Jamiper wanted revenge, it should be directed at us. What does it have to do with Landon and Lauren?" Alyssa's frustration bubbled to the surface. "Does he have nothing better to do than meddle in the Harper Group's affairs?" "Lauren is my sister, and Landon is like a brother to me," Jasper replied, his voice tinged with suppressed anger and loathing. "Now, do you understand, Lyse?" Aware of Lauren's presence, he tempered his words, though his emotions simmered beneath the surface.
Jameson was a deceitful manipulator, a predator masquerading as a friend, and a malevolent force lurking in the shadows. It seemed plausible that he would seek revenge on those close to Jasper, since he couldn't directly target him.
Jameson was acutely aware that Lauren held the highest place in Landon's heart. Deliberately, he entrusted the knife to the Harpers, intending to wield it as a weapon to shatter the bond between Landon and Lauren. He wanted Jasper's loved ones to experience the pain of losing someone dear.
This pain undoubtedly felt like using a blunt knife on Jasper's heart.
Alyssa's breath slowed as she pondered deeply. "Your analysis holds merit, Jasper, but these are distinct circumstances. Does Jamiper need to employ the stactic twice? "He orchestrated the manipulation of a woman resemblingto undermine you, clouding your judgment. Why dispatch an assassin resembling Damien? It seems superfluous.
"Moreover, Jameson was known for his meticulous nature. Wouldn't we connect the dots and discern his involvement if he repeated the sscheme? Would he be so careless as to leave a trail for us?" "Jasper's analysis holds smerit," Cyrus said, his eyes serious and piercing. He had returned to his former glory as a man of the force. "Jameson has a motive to use the Harper Group and Landon, but Lyse is right too. He doesn't need a Damien lookalike. If this man appears, it could cause more trouble than necessary." Lauren, who had been silent, suddenly spoke. Her nervous gaze flickered to Cyrus' serious face. "Cyrus, are you saying the Schmidt guy might not be the one who hurt Landon? There could be someone else?" Alyssa and Jasper were taken aback.
In the past, Lauren was a cautious and unassuming person. She seemed naive and innocent. Landon treated her like a delicate flower. However, she was perceptive and knew more than she let on.
"Yes, Lauren. You're smart," Cyrus said, meeting her gaze with a gentle smile, though his heart ached. "It has something to do with Jameson, but the killer might not be connected to him. Someone else could be aiding him." Lauren's concern and vigilance stemmed from the impact on her beloved.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Someone else lurks behind Jameson," Jasper and Alyssa concurred simultaneously.
The web of connections grew more intricate, suggesting the imminent emergence of a new player. Was this a harbinger of the enigmatic figure's appearance? Was it mere coincidence that Damien's doppelganger entangled himself with their circle? Jameson posed a formidable adversary. Who else wielded such terrifying influence over him? After a serious discussion, Cyrus prepared to take his leave.
Jasper and Alyssa bid him farewell, but suddenly, Lauren dashed over, her coat forgotten. "C-Cyrus, wait!" Cyrus turned to see Lauren rushing toward him, a pang of concern gripping his heart. "What if you catch a cold? Go back inside!" I'm not cold. Don't worry." Lauren's cheeks flushed as she spoke earnestly. "Cyrus, | finished the teddy bear cake you gavelast time. It smelled delightful." "Oh, it's no trouble. I'm glad you enjoyed it." Cyrus's smile was warm.
Lauren bit her lip and handed him a rolled-up piece of paper. "T-This is for you. Thank you for gettingthe cake." Cyrus was taken aback as he accepted the gift and carefully unrolled it. It was a portrait of him—a charming caricature capturing his essence. It was lively and endearing, and he cherished it.
"Wow... It's uncanny, Cyrus!" Alyssa exclaimed, peering at it in wonder.
Jasper nodded. "It does look like you."
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