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.

The moment he reached

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

sides convulsed violently, his back arching as he vomited the

his face. His eyes, bloodshot and brimming with

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 the living room

Villa.

several VIPs in the

hundreds of thousands of dollars, as they basked in the evening's

power. Among the distinguished guests was Rafe Centry, the mayor overseeing the bidding for Project

Beckett, president of Beckett Group, now," Rafe said, raising his glass in a toast, his voice

your predecessor. Your younger brother is infamous for being difficult -rigid, stubborn,

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

erupted around the

him right," another guest interjected. "He simply couldn't hold onto what wasn't

assuming he'd inherited the

resounded with

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

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

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

Rafe excused himself, citing

doors to the private room burst open. Justin's

stumbled in, looking terrified.