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 it was with Jasper or

this time was different

a

lighting in the private room was dim, and smoke

arms, but

of malice, cunning, and ruthlessness

time no see, Uncle

Justin

but there was a

"I've been good.

Great, in fact.

as these young and beautiful women nourishing me? I'm as happy as a clam!" As if to emphasize his point, Zachary grabbed the woman on

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

happy.” Justin hated

eyes and retrieved a white handkerchief

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

all the way from Solana

pressing you

indeed the case, then it would be

Without warning, Zachary pressed his half-smoked cigar

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

off." The words were barely out before Zachary's expression darkened, and he harshly shoved the

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

they got down to

by the expression of a

would command his subordinates, even though

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255