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.

present for every negotiation, whether it was with Jasper or

time was different —it was an

a chill traced her

dim, and smoke surrounded both

the woman in his arms, but his narrowed eyes told a different

cunning, and ruthlessness

time no

been?" Justin asked with

there was a stiffness in his

"I've been good.

Great, in fact.

have the respect of such an obedient nephew as well as these young and beautiful women nourishing me? I'm as happy as a clam!" As if to emphasize his point, Zachary grabbed the woman on his

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

you're happy.” Justin hated the smell of

a white handkerchief from his suit

he feigned nonchalance, he covered his nose and mouth with it, then let out a few stifled

you've summoned me all the

presume you've something pressing you

then it would be best to speak

Jay, you are right!" Without warning, Zachary pressed his half-smoked

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

Zachary's expression darkened, and he harshly shoved the woman to

hastily covering herself as she fled the room, tears streaming

got down to

by the expression

spoke to Justin like a superior would command his subordinates, even though Justin was