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.

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

of the toilet, he jammed his fingers

he vomited the contents of his

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

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

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

Villa.

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

wines, each bottle worth hundreds of

the distinguished guests was Rafe Centry, the mayor overseeing the bidding

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

is infamous for being difficult -rigid, stubborn, and utterly

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

around

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

Mr. Justin as the eldest son. Jasper had no business assuming he'd inherited the company just because he held the title of president. Who

resounded

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

to him. With a hearty laugh, he replied,

eyes, though his voice remained calm. "In that case, I'll entrust Project A5

excused himself, citing his age and waning

the doors to the private room burst

stumbled in, looking terrified.