Amber followed Carl to the venue with a stoic demeanor, even though she was drenched in a cold sweat and dragged her feet.

She recalled the pot of roses thrown out by Jameson, and she went through all possible worst-case scenarios.

Jameson had always cherished the red roses. His sudden decision to throw them out and his act of summoning her suggested that he had found out about the tapping device.

When she snapped back to reality, she shut her eyes and inhaled deeply. When she opened her eyes again, they shone with a determined look as if she was ready to face her execution.

Death was inevitable anyway. Having mentally braced herself for the worst, she found herself unshaken by fear.

led to the ghoulish basement, where countless people lost their

few guards stood in the corners of the basement. Clad in an impeccable grey suit, Jameson lounged on the red velvet couch in the middle of the space. Legs folded, he enjoyed a

a stark contrast to

for four days. How are you feeling? Better?" Jameson swirled the red wine with an

lower lip, offering

rose within her. However, she had no choice but to walk up to Jameson. She let out a gasp when Jameson yanked her forward,

simple dress." He held her by the waist, forcing her

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