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.

in his wheelchair, idly toying with a colorful cockatiel in

The Millenium. A devoted follower of Justin, the former idolized the

a ridiculous

obsession. The desire to merge with

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

lips curled into a faint, enigmatic smile as he listened. But when he heard the words promise' and 'see you there, rain or shine", his expression darkened.

palpable, and it stirred

had someone hack into Jasper's car's dashcam to retrieve this recording of

voice tinged with dissatisfaction. "It's

said, "No, this conversation is priceless to

elated. "Thank you for your compliment, Mr.

measured. "There's something I need you

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