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.

pace quickened gradually. The moment he reached a blind spot in the security

restroom stall, he locked the door. Kneeling in front of the toilet,

vomited the contents of

clinging to his face. His eyes,

for the first time in years, he smiled-a genuine smile, one

bore an uncanny resemblance to the charming, gentle-looking man in the Taylor

Villa.

and Justin sat with several VIPs in

of thousands of dollars, as they basked in the

high status and power. Among the distinguished guests was Rafe Centry, the mayor overseeing the

respectfully as Mr. Beckett, president of Beckett Group, now," Rafe said, raising his glass in a toast, his voice thick with alcohol; he was pleased

predecessor. Your younger brother is infamous

he wouldn't last long as president. And

around the

interjected. "He simply couldn't

no business assuming he'd inherited the company just because he held the title of president. Who does he think he

room resounded with boisterous

Taking an elegant sip, he asked, "Mr. Gentry, you don't mind if I drink tea instead,

usual pickiness, was delighted by the respect shown to him. With a hearty laugh, he replied, "Not at all! You're too gracious, Mr. Beckett.

glint of malice flickered in Justin's eyes, though his voice remained calm. "In that case, I'll entrust

excused himself, citing his age and waning

the private room burst

stumbled in, looking terrified.