Can’t Win Me Back

The massive, opulent gates creaked open slowly as Remy steered the luxury car into the Sedonian fortress, a relic from the Middle Ages, with casual ease.

After parking, both Remy and Sheryl got out of the car and attended to Justin.

As Justin ernerged from the vehicle, his expression remained impassive, but his eyes were chillingly dark, reflecting an intensity he kept tightly in check.

His stride was steady, exuding an air of authority, eerily reminiscent of Jasper's presence.

He was only able to appear so because he got Sheryl to inject a dose of adrenaline before he got out of the car.

This shot was one that RC Biotechnology Research Institute had recently developed.

His only purpose was to no longer look like an invalid before that man.

He had to make himself presentable.

"This is a private residence.

Please hold on for a moment." This place was heavily guarded at the door.

Bodyguards wearing suits and white gloves stopped them in their tracks.

With a vicious look in his eyes, Justin curled his lips into a condescending smirk.

Without a word, he reached into his chest pocket and withdrew a golden-edged card, presenting it to the bodyguards.

bodyguards lowered their heads to examine

as

sir! This way, please." The change in demeanor was jarring —just moments before,

following Justin with curiosity bubbling

but glance

a striking, gold- colored poker card, its surface etched with intricate

King of Hearts was printed on

attendant led them

expressionless the whole time, while Sheryl's eyes darted

of

the same time, she tried her best to conceal her emotions as she did not want to bring about embarrassment to Justin through her

felt the same awe when Sophia brought

thought his luxurious Wiktorian house in Mosgravia was the

place was on an

it became clear to her that she had much to

been too naive, too limited in

with authentic paintings and priceless

a world that felt out of

could no longer suppress

She asked, "Sir, where...

we?" Looking straight ahead, Justin answered frostily, "We're at Kings' Club." Even though Remy wasn't paying

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