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

dramatically as

change in demeanor was jarring —just moments before, they

smile, following Justin

help but glance at the

a striking, gold- colored poker card, its surface

was printed on it

led them deeper into the

the whole time, while

down, she was in absolute awe of the

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

same awe when Sophia brought her in and

his luxurious Wiktorian house in Mosgravia was

place was on an entirely different

to her that she

naive,

and priceless

that felt

could no longer

She asked, "Sir, where...

answered frostily, "We're at Kings' Club." Even though Remy wasn't paying particular attention,

whispers of Kings' Club from influential figures in far-