Can’t Win Me Back novel (Alyssa and Jasper) novel Chapter 2360

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, had a 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. Ever since joining Justin, she had been present for every negotiation, whether it was with Jasper or Jameson. Yet, this time was different—it was an exception.

As her curiosity burned, a chill traced her spine.

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The lighting in the private room was dim, and smoke surrounded both Zachary and Justin.

Justin playfully groped the woman in his arms, but his narrowed eyes told a different story. Under the dim lighting, the mix of malice, cunning, and ruthlessness in his gaze seemed almost otherworldly.

"Long time no see, Uncle Zachary. How have you been?" Justin asked with a smile.

A smile tugged at his lips, but there was a stiffness in his demeanor that betrayed his true emotions.

"I've been good. Great, in fact. How could I not 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!"

As if to emphasize his point, Zachary grabbed the woman on his lap. His fingers dug into her, and despite the sharp intake of breath that escaped her, she dared not utter a sound.

"As long as you're happy."