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.

unchanged, his pace quickened gradually. The moment he reached a blind spot

of the toilet, he jammed his fingers into the back of

back arching as he vomited the contents of his stomach- blue

Remmy wiped at the cold, sticky drool clinging to his face. His

smiled-a genuine smile, one

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

Villa.

with several VIPs in the most opulent

of thousands of dollars, as they basked in

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

should be addressing you respectfully as Mr. Beckett, president of Beckett Group, now," Rafe said, raising his

your predecessor. Your younger brother is

interacted with him once during my rise to this position. Even then, I knew he wouldn't last long as president. And

erupted around the

not about what serves him right," another guest interjected. "He

business assuming he'd inherited the company just because he held the title of president. Who does he think

resounded

glasses around him. Taking an elegant

him. With a hearty laugh, he replied, "Not at all! You're too gracious, Mr. Beckett. We have

his voice remained calm. "In that case, I'll entrust Project A5 to you, Mr.

himself, citing his age and waning

to the private room burst open. Justin's

stumbled in, looking terrified.