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 it was

this time was different —it was an

burned, a chill

dim, and smoke surrounded both Zachary

in his arms, but

mix of malice, cunning, and ruthlessness in

time no see,

been?" Justin asked with a

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

"I've been good.

Great, in fact.

nephew as well as these young and beautiful women nourishing me? I'm as happy as a clam!" As if to emphasize

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

long as you're happy.” Justin hated the

lowered his eyes and retrieved a white handkerchief from his

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

Zachary, you've summoned me all the way from

pressing you wish

then it would be best to

Without warning, Zachary pressed his half-smoked

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

before Zachary's expression darkened, and he harshly shoved the woman to the

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

got down to business, Zachary's

smirk was replaced by the expression of a shrewd

superior would command his subordinates, even though