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.

had been present for every

this time was different —it was

her curiosity burned, a chill

was dim, and smoke surrounded both

his arms, but

the mix of malice, cunning, and ruthlessness in his gaze seemed

no see,

been?" Justin asked

at his lips, but there was a stiffness in his demeanor that betrayed his true

"I've been good.

Great, in fact.

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,

and despite the sharp intake of

as you're happy.” Justin hated the smell

his eyes and retrieved a white handkerchief from his suit

feigned nonchalance, he covered his nose and mouth with

me all the way

you've something pressing you wish

the case, then it would be best to speak

dear Jay, you are right!" Without warning, Zachary pressed his

body a picture of pain and humiliation,

out before Zachary's expression darkened, and he harshly shoved

to her feet, hastily covering herself as she fled the

to business, Zachary's demeanor

by the expression of a

superior would command his subordinates, even though Justin

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