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.

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

different —it was an

curiosity burned, a chill

room was dim,

groped the woman in his arms, but his narrowed eyes told

malice, cunning, and ruthlessness in his

time no see, Uncle

Justin asked with

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

"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

despite the sharp intake of breath that escaped

Justin

his eyes and retrieved a white

mouth

me all the way from Solana

presume you've something pressing you

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

dear Jay, you are right!" Without warning, Zachary pressed his half-smoked cigar into the woman's flawless

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

off." The words were barely out before Zachary's expression darkened,

scrambled to her feet, hastily covering herself as she fled the room, tears

they got down to business, Zachary's

was replaced by the expression

to Justin like a superior would command his