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, they shone with a determined look as if she was ready to face

anyway. Having mentally braced herself for the worst, she found herself unshaken by

where countless people lost

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

was a stark contrast

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

her lower lip,

nauseous feeling rose within her. However, she had no choice but to walk up to Jameson. She let out a

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