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 negotiation, whether it was with

this time was different

burned, a chill traced

room was dim, and

the woman in his arms, but

the dim lighting, the mix of malice, cunning, and

time no see, Uncle

you been?" Justin asked with a

was a stiffness

"I've been good.

Great, in fact.

and beautiful women nourishing me? I'm as happy

of breath that escaped her, she

Justin hated the

his eyes and retrieved a white handkerchief

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

Zachary, you've summoned me all the

something pressing you

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

right!" Without warning, Zachary pressed his half-smoked cigar

picture of pain and

were barely out before Zachary's expression darkened, and

feet, hastily covering herself as

they got down to business,

was replaced by the expression of a shrewd

command his subordinates, even though Justin was

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