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.

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

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

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

his face. His eyes, bloodshot and brimming with unshed tears,

years, he smiled-a genuine smile, one

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

Villa.

and Justin sat with several VIPs in the most opulent

of thousands of dollars, as they

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

addressing you respectfully as Mr. Beckett, president of Beckett Group, now," Rafe said, raising his glass in a toast, his voice thick

your predecessor. Your younger brother is

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

erupted around

what serves him right," another guest interjected. "He simply

he'd inherited the company just because he held

resounded with

composed and smiling faintly, lifted a teacup-a stark contrast to the wine glasses around him. Taking an elegant sip, he asked, "Mr. Gentry, you don't mind if I drink

laugh, he replied, "Not at all! You're too gracious, Mr. Beckett. We

in Justin's eyes, though his voice remained calm.

excused himself,

private room burst open. Justin's

stumbled in, looking terrified.