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.

he reached a blind spot in the security cameras,

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

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

to his face. His eyes,

genuine smile, one born

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

Villa.

had fallen, and Justin sat with several VIPs in the most opulent private room of Solana City's premier

each bottle worth hundreds of thousands of dollars,

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

Group, now," Rafe said, raising

is infamous for being

then, I knew he wouldn't last

around the

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

no business assuming he'd inherited the company just because he held the title of president. Who

room resounded with

glasses around him. Taking

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

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

the night deepened, Rafe excused himself,

the private room

stumbled in, looking terrified.