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.

eyes and inhaled deeply. When she opened her eyes again,

was inevitable anyway. Having mentally braced herself for the worst, she

led to the ghoulish basement, where countless people lost their lives in

Clad in an impeccable grey suit, Jameson lounged on the red velvet couch in

a stark contrast to the

were in your room for four days. How are you feeling? Better?" Jameson swirled the red wine

her lower lip, offering

and adjusted his glasses. Then, he beckoned at 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

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