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.

or not, Jameson's usefulness

sea's waves rose

of living as an assassin, Remy

living room, he stared at the dazzling chandelier hanging from the ceiling and lost

the faint

But he didn't stir.

those footsteps belonged to Alyssa, the woman who had fallen to the ground earlier and was

footsteps stopped

a red object appeared before his

holding a fresh red

trembled, whether from frailty

Alyssa said in a

as he raised his hand and

crunch, he took

asked in a scratchy voice,

apples too?"

loved apples since he was young." Her

are two apple trees in the back garden of

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

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