Can’t Win Me Back by Ginger Sue

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Speople never change, no matter how much they alter their appearance or get a second chance at life. They still cling to the habit of sucking up to others. To Remy, Sheryl was no different than that vile woman, Alyssa.

"Remy is right. Aces are the noblest of all VIPs." Justin narrowed his eyes. "I may not be an Ace, but I am quite familiar with someone who holds the Ace of Spades." As they spoke, the attendant led them toward a massive door.

The door opened with a loud mechanical whirr, releasing a cloud of smoke and a heady, sensual atmosphere that contrasted sharply with the serenity outside. It felt as though they were entering apletely different world.

The room they stepped into was expansive, with rows of seats rising in tiers from the second floor upward, all facing a stage at the center. People were seated in the stands, their faces hidden in the dim lighting, making them appear as unsettling, lifeless marites from a distance.

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But it was what was happening on the stage that nearly caused Sheryl to scream in shock. Even Remy, who had a cold and hardened demeanor, widened his eyes in disbelief.

Several naked women were confined in glass cages suspended high above the stage. Each had a choker around their neck, and their movements were pitiful-scrawled, sshivered, while others curled up in the corners of their cages.

It was a horrifying display-inhumane, humiliating. The women were treated no better than animals.

This scene laid bare the harsh reality of people being dehumanized, victims of the rich's merciless disregard.

"I-Is this... part of human trafficking?" Sheryl asked, wide-eyed.

Although Sheryl had been involved in many immoral deeds herself, this obscene scene was still a jolt to her, pushing the boundaries of her already skewed moralpass.

"There are transactions involved, but it's not human trafficking." Justin's voice was calm, though his eyes held a trace of impatience.

"These women would have no value if they were simply sold for their looks," he continued. "The real value lies in the blood running through their veins and theirans." Sheryl, who had spent considerable tat RC Biotechnology Research Institute after bing one of Justin's followers, immediately grasped the meaning behind his words.

In that instant, she felt her limbs go numb. She shuddered.

She had heard rumors about the elite of Mosgravia-sof the wealthiest and most powerful individuals draining the blood of et young women with superior blood quality, conducting full transfusions with themselves, or extracting specific contents from their blood to consume. en.kikistories All in a desperate attempt to achieve immortality and preserve their youth.

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The realization hit her like a physical blow. The crimes beingmitted here were grotesque and terrifying.

Remy, too, frowned. The difort in his chest was undeniable as he observed the women trapped in their hopeless cages. He didn't want to go any deeper into this place, but as Justin's bodyguard, he had no choice but to remain at his side. en.kikistories The attendant led Justin, Sheryl, and Remy up to the stands. When they got to the door of a particular private room, the attendant prompted, "This way, Mr. Beckett." The attendant pulled the thick, velvet curtain back and Justin entered, his expression unreadable.

Just as the curtain closed behind them, Sheryl and Remy caught sight of the man seated in the private room.

He appeared to be in his 50s, yet the way he carried himself-his sharp piercing eyes, a suit of rich red velvet, and slicked-back hair created the illusion of O someone in their early 40s en.kikistories "Hello, Uncle Zachary," Justin said, leaning forward slightly with a polite smile, the kind reserved for elders.

Zachary returned the smile, showing off his perfect teeth. His voice was rich and full as he greeted, "Jay, it's been a long time. It looks like your legs have improved." Sheryl was stricken with fear.

Wasn't this man Zachary Dutton, Justin's mother's oldest brother and the murderer who had shocked the nation years ago? Wasn't he serving a sentence in prison? How could he be here?

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