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.

When she opened her eyes

herself for the worst, she found herself unshaken

ghoulish basement, where countless people lost

corners of the basement. Clad in an impeccable grey suit, Jameson lounged on the red velvet couch in the middle of

stark contrast

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

lower lip,

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.

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