Can’t Win Me Back

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.

classically-decorated study, Justin sat in his wheelchair, idly

costly cockatiel at The Millenium. A devoted follower of Justin, the former idolized the latter, mimicking his habits and hobbies, convinced that they were the hallmarks of power and

a ridiculous

obsession. The desire to merge with the idol, to become them, was

stepping forward. She pulled out her phone and, in Remy's presence, played

smile as he listened. But when he heard the words promise' and 'see you there, rain or

was palpable, and it stirred

continued, "I had someone hack into Jasper's car's dashcam to

dissatisfaction. "It's a shame we didn't get anything

smiled and said, "No, this conversation is priceless to me. Very well

you for your compliment,

voice low and measured. "There's something I need you