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.

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

of the toilet, he jammed his fingers

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

the cold, sticky drool clinging to his face.

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

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

Villa.

sat with several VIPs in the most opulent private room

bottle worth hundreds of thousands of

status and power. Among the distinguished guests was

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

brother is infamous for being difficult -rigid, stubborn,

once during my rise to this position. Even then, I knew he wouldn't

around

him right," another guest interjected. "He simply

to Mr. Justin as the eldest son. Jasper had no business assuming he'd

room resounded

Taking an elegant sip, he asked, "Mr. Gentry,

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

remained calm. "In that case,

the night deepened, Rafe excused himself, citing his

the private room burst open. Justin's secretary, Eden

stumbled in, looking terrified.