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.

her eyes

mentally braced herself for the worst, she found herself

where countless people lost their lives

suit, Jameson lounged on the red velvet couch in the middle of the space. Legs folded, he enjoyed a glass of

was a stark contrast

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

bit her lower

within her. However, she had no choice but

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