Can’t Win Me Back novel (Alyssa and Jasper) novel Chapter 1791

There was no way that they were going to miss out on such tantalizing news. So, everyone lifted their bottoms off the seat and reached out for the documents on the table.

Cornelius alone remained seated, a statue amidst the flurry of activity. He displayed neither emotion nor took any action.

The reason for that was that he had seen the diagnosis report countless times in private, all thanks to Zoe.

"If any one of you dares to move even an inch…" Landon's roar shook the entire meeting room. His bloodshot eyes flared, a ferocious glint reflecting the raw anger simmering beneath the surface.

These people were not just the corporation's board of directors. They were also his elders. After being shouted at, each of them lowered themselves onto their seats. They no longer dared to reach for the documents on the table.

"What is it, Landon? Are you trying to avoid facing reality? Or are you afraid to accept reality?"

Preston sneered slyly. He mocked him as best as he could. "Deep down, you are actually instinctively repelling the fact that your fiancée is a psycho, aren't you?

"Otherwise, why have you never brought your future wife to the corporation and introduced her to us? You've only been avoiding and keeping her sheltered. You keep saying that you would marry no one else but her. However, in actual fact, you're also afraid that she'd embarrass you. Am I right?"

In the end, Landon couldn't hold back any longer.

The Harpers did not have as many family rules as the Becketts and the Schmidts did. He also wasn't a scion from a family with centuries of history. So, he wouldn't be like Jasper, who could restrain himself for the sake of revenge and the bigger picture.

He only knew how to resort to his own brand of resolution. Without saying another word, Landon swept up a glass from the table and slammed it onto Preston's head.

"Ouch! That hurts!"

Preston didn't flinch in time. His forehead took the blow and immediately started to swell. He looked extremely wretched with the water cascading down his face like a grotesque baptism.

Nonetheless, before he could open his eyes, he heard loud gasps from around him.

In the next moment, he felt his body sink and his back was slammed onto the floor. Right after that, a punch landed on his face and blood started gushing from his nose.

He had never expected this.

Despite being the president, Landon had the guts to ride on him like a donkey in front of Cornelius and the other board members. He started beating Preston up openly in front of everyone.

He spat his bloody saliva on the floor. He looked like he was still resentful and unwilling to admit defeat. At the same time, his heart was pounding hard. He stole a glance at Cornelius.

However, Cornelius showed no reaction. He also didn't seem like he intended to side with anyone. With that, he knew that Cornelius was acquiescing.

Preston decided that he had to make this show go on.

Landon returned to his seat. He retrieved a clean handkerchief from his pocket to wipe off the blood on the back of his hands.

Suddenly, he paused. His gaze stopped on the cute teddy bear design on the corner of his handkerchief.

He was reminded of how Lauren had embroidered it with her own hands. He usually carried it with him, but he couldn't bear to use it. At this moment, he was certainly not going to use it to wipe the bastard's filthy blood.

So, he put the handkerchief back into his pocket and used his sleeve to wipe off the blood on his hands carelessly. The rage in his eyes had also dissipated slightly.

Cornelius frowned and asked, "Are you alright, Preston? Do you need to go to the hospital?"