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.

lowered their

expressions shifted dramatically as

in demeanor was jarring —just moments before, they had been cold,

following Justin

help but glance at

its surface etched with intricate designs and adorned

Hearts was printed on

attendant led them

the whole time,

of the extravagance of

emotions as she did not want

felt the same awe when Sophia brought her in and out

she had thought his luxurious Wiktorian house in Mosgravia was the height

place was on

it became clear to her that she had much

been too naive, too limited in

and priceless

a world that felt

no longer suppress

She asked, "Sir, where...

Justin answered frostily, "We're at Kings' Club." Even though Remy wasn't paying particular attention, he paused when he heard

from influential figures in far- flung