Remy, tall and imposing, bent down to pluck a random rose.

He tore off a petal, placed it in his mouth, and chewed thoughtfully.

" Sir wouldn't take her like some wild animal," he mused.

"He'd make Ms.

Alyssa fall for him willingly, bit by bit." Jameson shuddered.

Alyssa, on the other hand, didn't feel overly terrified.

More than that, she felt curious and suspicious.

She even considered that being abducted by this so-called Sir might be better than remaining Jameson's prisoner.

At least with Sir, she could get closer to the heart of evil and consequently have the chance to unmask the mastermind and bring them to justice.

By contrast, staying with Jameson left her feeling powerless.

Despite his dignified, accomplished facade, he was nothing more than Sir's loyal watchdog.

And with Remy's arrival, Alyssa sensed something big was coming.

not, Jameson's usefulness was

sea's waves rose and fell with

of living as an assassin, Remy

the red velvet couch in the living room, he stared at the dazzling chandelier hanging from the ceiling and lost himself

heard the faint sound of footsteps approaching

But he didn't stir.

had fallen to the

stopped beside

a red object appeared

holding a fresh red apple

hand trembled, whether from frailty or emotion,

said in

as he raised his hand and took the apple

crisp crunch, he took a

in a scratchy voice,

apples too?" "yup," Remy

brother who loved apples since he was young."

in the back garden of

I always climbed the trees to pick apples for Damien." Remy didn't say a word but simply continued munching on the

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