Can’t Win Me Back by Ginger Sue

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 chum.

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.

room was dim, and smoke surrounded both

the woman in his arms, but his narrowed eyes told a different story. Under the dim lighting, the mix

time no see, Uncle Zachary. How have you been?" Justin asked

was a stiffness in his demeanor that betrayed

an obedient nephew as well as these young and beautiful women nourishing me?

emphasize his point, Zachary grabbed the woman on his lap. His fingers dug into her, and despite the sharp intake of

as you're

a white handkerchief from his suit pocket. As he feigned nonchalance, he covered his nose and mouth with it, then let out

Kontina. I presume you've something pressing you wish to discuss. If

with laughter. "My dear

Zachary pressed his half-smoked cigar into the woman's flawless skin. She flinched violently, her trembling body a picture of pain and humiliation, yet not a sound escaped

out before Zachary's expression darkened, and he harshly

as she

Zachary's demeanor shifted. His indulgent smirk was replaced by the expression of a shrewd businessman. He spoke to Justin like a superior

to Solana City. How's your progress with taking control of Beckett Group? I'd like an

placed a cup of tea before Justin. He lifted it with measured grace, inhaling its aroma before responding, "I'm still in the