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.

gradually. The moment he reached a blind

stall, he locked the door. Kneeling in front of the toilet, he jammed his

vomited the contents

face. His

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

uncanny resemblance to the charming, gentle-looking man in the Taylor family

Villa.

had fallen, and Justin sat with several VIPs in the most opulent private room

rare red wines, each bottle worth hundreds of thousands of dollars, as

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

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

Your younger brother is infamous for being difficult

to this position. Even then, I knew he wouldn't last long

erupted around the

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

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

room resounded

around him. Taking an elegant sip, he asked, "Mr. Gentry, you don't mind if I drink tea instead, do

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

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

night deepened, Rafe excused himself,

private room burst open. Justin's secretary, Eden

stumbled in, looking terrified.