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 toying with a colorful cockatiel in its gilded

an exquisite, costly cockatiel at The Millenium. A devoted follower of Justin, the former idolized the latter, mimicking

was a

worship bred obsession. The desire to merge with the idol,

recording," Sheryl said, stepping forward. She pulled out her phone and, in Remy's presence, played the conversation between Jasper and Alyssa

he heard the words promise' and 'see you there, rain or shine", his expression

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

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

her voice tinged with dissatisfaction. "It's a

is priceless to me. Very well

"Thank you

low and measured. "There's something I

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