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.

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

herself for the worst, she found herself

the ghoulish basement, where

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

presence was a stark contrast to

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

her lower lip,

she had no choice but to walk up to Jameson. She let out a gasp when Jameson yanked

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