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

Kneeling in front of the toilet, he jammed his fingers into the back of his throat, his eyes wide

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

uncontrollably, Remmy wiped at the cold, sticky drool clinging to his face. His eyes, bloodshot and brimming

years, he smiled-a genuine smile, one born

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

Villa.

sat with several VIPs in the most opulent private room of Solana

hundreds of

officials of high status and power. Among the distinguished

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

is infamous for being difficult -rigid,

then, I knew he wouldn't last long as

around the

"He simply couldn't hold onto what wasn't his to begin

Jasper had no business assuming he'd inherited the company just because he held the

room resounded

contrast to the wine glasses around him. Taking an elegant sip, he asked, "Mr. Gentry, you don't mind if

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

voice remained calm. "In

deepened, Rafe excused himself, citing his

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

stumbled in, looking terrified.