Can’t Win Me Back

Remy's gaze was icy as he took in the scene before him—Zachary lounging with a woman perched on his lap.

Her scant clothing barely concealed her while Zachary's hands groped her roughly.

She forced a smile, her expression betraying a mix of discomfort and resignation.

The room reeked of debauchery.

Dim lights cast a murky glow over the scene, amplifying the suffocating atmosphere.

Around them, women stood like objects behind glass cages, each wearing a choker with a string of numbers—price tags marking their value.

And just like those women in the glass cages, she, too, hada choker around her neck.

As Justin's loyal follower, Remy was no stranger to the darkness of the world.

Yet, an unfamiliar heaviness pressed against his chest as he stood in this room.

The degradation of these women, stripped of dignity and reduced to commodities, made his stomach churn.

Unable to bear it, Remy averted his eyes, fists clenching involuntarily.

He turned abruptly, unable to stomach the vile display any longer.

The thick curtains lowered, severing Remy and Sheryl's view of the room.

Moments later, a burly bodyguard with foreign features emerged.

Speaking fluent Cyrrisian, he instructed them to leave.

Remy spun on his heel and strode away without hesitation, but Sheryl lingered, casting furtive glances back.

She was unsettled.

for every negotiation,

time was different —it was

her curiosity burned, a chill

was dim, and smoke surrounded both

playfully groped the woman in his arms, but his narrowed eyes

of malice, cunning, and ruthlessness in his gaze seemed

no see, Uncle

have you been?" Justin

tugged at his lips, but there was a stiffness in his

"I've been good.

Great, in fact.

well as these young and beautiful women

into her, and despite the sharp intake of breath that escaped her, she dared not

you're happy.” Justin hated the

and retrieved a white handkerchief from his

nonchalance, he covered his nose and mouth with it, then

me all the way from Solana City to

you've something pressing

is indeed the case, then it would be best to speak in private." Zachary roared

Without warning, Zachary pressed his half-smoked

violently, her trembling body a picture of pain and humiliation, yet not a

off." The words were barely out before Zachary's expression darkened, and he harshly shoved the woman

to her feet, hastily covering herself as she fled the room, tears

got down to business, Zachary's

indulgent smirk was replaced by the expression of

superior would command his subordinates,