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.

Justin, she had been present for every negotiation, whether

was different —it was

a chill traced

dim, and smoke surrounded both

the woman in his arms, but his narrowed eyes told a different

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

time no see, Uncle

you been?" Justin asked with a

lips, but there was a stiffness in his demeanor that

"I've been good.

Great, in fact.

respect of such an obedient nephew as well as these young and beautiful women nourishing me? I'm as

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

Justin hated

retrieved a white handkerchief

mouth with it, then let out a

me all the

you've something pressing you

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

dear Jay, you are right!" Without warning, Zachary pressed his half-smoked cigar

picture of pain and humiliation, yet not a sound escaped her

before Zachary's expression darkened, and he harshly shoved

covering herself as she fled the room, tears

got down to business, Zachary's

by the expression of

superior would command his subordinates, even though Justin was his