Chapter 2359

Chapter 2359

For some people, no matter how many times they were to live their life again or how much their appearance changes, they could never shed their innate nature.

Clarice thought, 'He is just as infuriating as that bitch, Bella.'

"Jace is right. Only the Ace guests hold the highest prestige." Grant narrowed his eyes slightly, his tone casual. "I may not be one, but I am quite familiar with one of the guests with the Ace of Spades here."

As he spoke, the servant led them to an imposing, massive, and ornate door.

With a deep rumble, the door swung open, revealing a world shrouded in mist, filled with decadent indulgence. It was a stark contrast to the solemn silence outside. The abrupt divide was almost blinding.

From the second floor onward, private boxes lined the space, each shrouded in dim light. The figures within were impossible to make out, distant shadows that resembled eerie clay dolls perched in their seats.

However, on the stage in front of them, a scene unfolded that left Clarice on the verge of screaming in horror. Even Jace, a man with nerves of steel, visibly tensed, his pupils contracting in shock.

cages, suspended high above the ground. Each wore a metal collar around their neck, moving about in varying states of distress-some crawled, some trembled, while others

or humanity. These

grotesque embodiment

this human trafficking?!" Clarice's

this display of depravity shattered what little remained of her moral compass,

a hint of irritation in his voice. Still, he explained, "But

pressed further, her voice

worthless. But their blood, their

her face draining of color. She had spent enough time at the RC. Institute to immediately grasp the underlying implication. Her scalp tingled as an icy dread seeped into her

eternal youth by draining young women of their blood.

of it all was beyond comprehension,

sight of the despairing girls onstage, and an uncomfortable tightness gripped his chest. He instinctively wanted to leave, to turn his

Grant's bodyguard, Jace could not take a single step

to a private box, stopping at the entrance to

servant pulled the curtain aside, and Grant entered without hesitation,

a glimpse of the man inside. A middle-aged man sat there, his deep-set eyes and aquiline nose giving him a predatory air. Dressed in an

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