Can’t Win Me Back

Chapter 2360

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.

Justin, she had been present for every negotiation,

different —it was an

her curiosity burned, a chill traced her

dim, and smoke surrounded both Zachary

arms,

the mix of malice, cunning, and ruthlessness

time no

you been?" Justin asked

there was a stiffness in his demeanor

"I've been good.

Great, in fact.

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

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

you're happy.” Justin hated

lowered his eyes and retrieved a white handkerchief from

he covered his nose and mouth

all the way from Solana City

presume you've something pressing you wish to

it would be

Zachary pressed his half-smoked cigar into the woman's flawless

a picture of pain

barely out before Zachary's expression darkened, and he

feet, hastily covering herself as she

got down to business,

smirk was replaced by the expression of a

to Justin like a superior would command his

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