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 the

as they immediately bowed

was jarring —just moments before, they had

following Justin with curiosity bubbling inside

couldn't help but

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

was printed

led them deeper

expressionless the whole time, while Sheryl's

in absolute awe of

her best to conceal her emotions as she did not want to bring about

up, she had felt the same awe when

had thought his luxurious Wiktorian house in Mosgravia was

this place was on an entirely different

it became clear to her that she

had been too naive,

were lined with authentic paintings and priceless

a world that felt out of

no longer suppress

She asked, "Sir, where...

"We're at Kings' Club." Even

Kings' Club from influential figures in far- flung parts