A first-rate Wiktorian mansion was located in a secluded and quiet area on the East Side. It was Justin's private residence. Outsiders were unaware of its existence.

Sheryl arrived in the early hours of the morning, rushing to report to Justin, only to bump into Remy, who exuded an unmistakable air of coldness.

His eyes were bloodshot as if he hadn't slept in days.

A menacing vibe surrounded him, and his eyes burned with feral intensity. Sheryl felt unsettled and longed to flee his presence.

"You're like a ghoul," she muttered under her breath, rolling her eyes before knocking on the door to enter Justin's study.

Remy remained expressionless in the face of her contemptuous remark. He followed her into

the room.

idly toying with a

follower of Justin, the former idolized the latter,

a

merge with the idol,

pulled out her phone and, in Remy's presence, played the conversation between Jasper

as he listened. But when he heard the words promise' and 'see you there, rain or shine", his expression darkened. His eyes became as deep

heard the recording. Alyssa's forced positivity was palpable, and it stirred a

instructed," Sheryl continued, "I had someone hack into Jasper's car's dashcam to retrieve this recording of his conversation

dissatisfaction. "It's a shame

this conversation is priceless

"Thank you

low and measured.

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