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.

to reality, she shut her eyes and inhaled deeply. When she opened her eyes again, they

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

led to the ghoulish basement, where

Jameson lounged on the red velvet couch in the middle

was a stark contrast to the eerie

are you feeling? Better?" Jameson swirled

her lower

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

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