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.

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

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

basement, where countless

lounged on the red velvet couch in the middle of the space. Legs

stark

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

lower lip, offering no

squinted 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

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