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

on the red velvet couch in the middle of the space. Legs folded, he enjoyed a

presence was a stark

heard you were in your room for four days. How are you feeling? Better?" Jameson swirled the red wine

lower lip, offering no

Then, he beckoned at her. "Amber, cto me." A nauseous feeling rose within her. However, she had no choice but to walk up to Jameson. She

in the past? I don't recall ever seeing you wearing such a modest and simple dress." He held her

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