Can’t Win Me Back by Ginger Sue

Chapter 2431

"I will take it if my condition flares up," Remy said, his voice devoid of emotion as he stared blankly at the bottle in his hand.

With a feigned smile, Sheryl replied, "Sir instructed me to ensure you took the pill."

A chill ran down Remy's spine. Knitting his brows together, he questioned, "But why?"

"This is Sir's order. Why are you questioning it?" Sheryl's smirk turned cold and mocking." What, are you afraid Sir has ill intentions toward you? Have you lost your trust in him?"

Remy held his breath. "No, that's not it."

"Remy, swore before Sir to serve him loyally for the rest of your life. You pledged to give him your very being. You haven't forgotten that, have you?'

Tilting her chin slightly upward, Sheryl shot him a frosty sidelong glance. "Even if Sir fed you poison, shouldn't you take it without hesitation? Why are you hesitating? Don't disappoint Sir.

The suffocating pressure in Remy's chest intensified. It felt as though someone had a rifle trained on him, forcing him to retreat step by step toward the edge of a cliff. One more step, and he'd plummet to his death.

Clenching his jaw, he opened the pill bottle.

Under Sheryl's watchful gaze, he popped the pill into his mouth and swallowed it.

Very good. Always remember that you work for Sir. Never forget where you came from. With a mocking scoff, Sheryl turned on her heel and marched away confidently.

Remy moved forward, his expression unreadable.

gradually. The moment he reached

a restroom stall, he locked the door. Kneeling in front of the toilet, he jammed his fingers into the

violently, his back arching as he vomited the contents of his stomach- blue pill included-into

Remmy wiped at the cold, sticky drool clinging to his face. His eyes, bloodshot and brimming with unshed tears, mirrored his disheveled

time in years, he smiled-a genuine smile, one born from the

the charming, gentle-looking man in the Taylor family portrait hanging in the

Villa.

had fallen, and Justin sat with several VIPs in the most opulent private room

each bottle worth hundreds of

officials of high status and power. Among the distinguished

Group, now," Rafe said, raising his glass in a toast, his voice thick with alcohol; he was pleased with the treatment he

is

wouldn't last long

around

about what serves him right," another guest interjected. "He simply couldn't hold

Group belongs to Mr. Justin as the eldest son. Jasper had no business assuming he'd inherited the company just because

room resounded with

wine glasses around him. Taking an elegant sip, he asked,

to him. With a hearty laugh, he replied, "Not at all! You're

flickered in Justin's eyes, though his voice remained

Rafe excused himself,

room

stumbled in, looking terrified.