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 it was with Jasper

time was different —it

burned, a chill

was dim,

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

dim lighting, the mix of malice, cunning,

time no see,

been?" Justin

at his lips, but there was a stiffness in his demeanor

"I've been good.

Great, in fact.

be when I have the respect of such an obedient nephew as well as these young and beautiful women nourishing me? I'm as happy as a clam!"

her, and despite the sharp intake of breath that escaped

Justin hated the smell

eyes and retrieved a white handkerchief from his suit

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

me all the

presume you've something pressing you wish to

then it would be best to speak in private." Zachary roared

Jay, you are right!" Without warning, Zachary pressed his

of pain and humiliation, yet

out before Zachary's expression darkened, and he harshly shoved

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

they got down to business, Zachary's

replaced by the expression of

command his subordinates, even