Chapter 423
Chapter 423:
That was all he needed.
The stalled government approval wasn’t some random bureaucratic delay. Wesley had interfered.
In an instant, it made sense. For the sake of one woman, Wesley had deliberately obstructed his land project. The realization made a cold light flicker in Jasper’s eyes. For one brief moment, he even considered teaching Gabriela a lesson himself.
So Wesley dared to pull this kind of stunt. Did he really think Jasper was someone he could play with?
But the impulse passed just as fast.
Gabriela had done nothing to him personally. Picking a fight with Wesley over Rebecca’s pride would be unnecessary — and stupid.
Rebecca noticed the long silence and pressed, impatient now. “Jasper, why aren’t you saying anything p>
𝘚hа𝗋𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝗿 𝘵𝗵𝗈𝘶g𝘩𝗍𝘴 о𝗻
Jasper sighed, the edge in his face softening. “Becca. Stop targeting Gabriela. Leave her alone p>
Rebecca stared at him, stunned. “Why should I p>
“You need to trust me,” he said, his tone low and steady. “Whatever Gabriela had with Wesley, it’s over. She belongs in his past. Nothing more p>
A faint unease flickered in Rebecca’s chest as Jasper continued. “You’ve already won. Wesley will be yours. You stand above her. Don’t drag yourself down fighting someone who’s already lost p>
Rebecca knew Jasper favored her because she usually listened.
She forced her anger down, curved her lips into a gentle smile, and said, “Alright. I’ll do what you say p>
Jasper reached out and smoothed a hand over her hair in approval. “That’s my good girl p>
But the moment Rebecca stepped out of Jasper’s villa, her polite smile vanished. Her expression went cold.
Why was Jasper suddenly being cautious about Gabriela?
Her mind circled back to the stalled land approval. Then the final piece fell into place.
Was Wesley freezing the project on purpose — as a warning, telling her not to go after Gabriela?
Her chest ached with injured pride. “I care about you so much, Wesley. How could you treat me like this?” she fumed silently.
But the humiliation still burned hotter than the hurt. Being drenched in red wine and mocked in front of Wesley — there was no way she was letting that go.
Jaw tight, Rebecca pulled out her phone. Her voice was calm, cold, and decisive. “Help me look into something p>
The following night, a thick file landed in Rebecca’s hands.
She flipped it open, scanned a few pages, and let out a quiet, icy laugh.
Turning to the subordinate who had delivered it, she said coolly, “Get this man out of the police station p>
Her finger rested on a name: Fulton — the source of Tessa’s suffering.
Fulton had been locked up for more than ten days. When he finally heard he was being released, he immediately assumed Tessa had arranged it. Fury built in him. He cursed her under his breath for having him held so long and swore he’d make her pay once he got out.