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.

joining Justin, she had been present for every negotiation, whether it

this time was different

her curiosity burned, a chill traced

dim, and smoke surrounded both

his arms,

malice, cunning, and

no see,

been?" Justin asked with a

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

"I've been good.

Great, in fact.

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

intake of breath that escaped her, she dared not utter a

you're happy.” Justin hated the smell of cigarette

and retrieved a

his nose and mouth with it, then let out a

the way from Solana City

pressing you

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

Without warning, Zachary pressed his half-smoked cigar into the

violently, her trembling body a picture of pain and humiliation,

were barely out before Zachary's expression

as she fled the room, tears streaming down her

got down to

was replaced by the

would command his subordinates, even

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