Amber followed Carl to the venue with a stoic demeanor, even though she was drenched in a cold sweat and dragged her feet.

She recalled the pot of roses thrown out by Jameson, and she went through all possible worst-case scenarios.

Jameson had always cherished the red roses. His sudden decision to throw them out and his act of summoning her suggested that he had found out about the tapping device.

her eyes and inhaled deeply. When she opened her eyes again, they shone with a determined look as

braced herself for the worst,

the ghoulish basement, where countless people lost their lives

in the corners of the basement. Clad in an impeccable grey suit, Jameson lounged on the red velvet couch in the middle of the space. Legs folded, he

was a stark

are you feeling? Better?" Jameson swirled the red wine with

lower lip, offering

her. "Amber, cto me." A nauseous feeling rose within her. However, she had no choice but to walk up to Jameson. She let out a gasp when Jameson yanked her forward, causing her to fall

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