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.

where

the corners of the basement. Clad in an impeccable grey suit, Jameson lounged on the red velvet couch in the middle

a stark contrast to

days. How are you feeling? Better?" Jameson

lower lip, offering no

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

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

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