After studying Sheryl for a moment, Remy turned and left.

"M-Ms. Gillis, are you okay?"

One of Sheryl's subordinates came forward to help her up.

"Useless bastard! Why didn't you step in when he hit me earlier?" Sheryl's voice trembled with fury as her gaze fell on the crimson stains marring the pristine snow.

Stammering, the subordinate replied, "R-Remy acted too quickly. Everyone in the organization knows how good of a fighter he is. None of us stood a chance against him!"

"S-Something wasn't right about him tonight." Sheryl watched Remy's retreating figure disappear into the distance, her voice dropping to a menacing murmur. "I need to report this to Mr. Justin in person immediately."

Inside his car, Remy gripped the steering wheel tightly with both hands but made no move to drive.

Closing his eyes, he felt a suffocating sensation rise in his throat, as though he were drowning in an endless, hopeless sea. He was just a speck, sinking deeper and deeper into the abyss.

splitting pain tore

temples throbbed, and his body felt as though

the necklace around

save his life at this very moment. Each dose brought calm, washing away the pain and

teeth, he yanked the necklace off

the throbbing in his head began to subside. A strange sense of relief bloomed in his chest, as though

skies were still dark at

black vehicles surrounded the

a chill through her. She shivered involuntarily. Jasper glanced at her. He remembered how much she hated the cold-how she would curl against his chest for warmth during winter nights or seek his hands to keep

called out to her

Alyssa spun around, she felt

draped his coat over her. With a firm gaze, he said, "Keep this on.

welled up. Hastily, she tried to return the coat.

it on. You don't like the cold."

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