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.

reached a blind spot in the security cameras, he

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

he vomited the contents of his stomach- blue pill included-into the toilet

sticky drool clinging to his face. His eyes, bloodshot and brimming

years, he smiled-a genuine

to the charming,

Villa.

VIPs in the

savored rare red wines, each bottle worth hundreds of thousands of dollars, as they basked in the evening's

high status and power. Among the distinguished guests was

of Beckett Group, now," Rafe said, raising his glass

younger brother is infamous for being difficult

rise to this position. Even then, I knew he wouldn't last long as president. And as it turns out, I was right. It

around the

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

right. Beckett Group belongs to Mr. Justin as the eldest son. Jasper had no business assuming he'd inherited the

room resounded

a teacup-a stark contrast to the wine glasses around him. Taking

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

malice flickered in Justin's eyes, though his voice remained calm. "In that

himself, citing his age

the private room burst

stumbled in, looking terrified.