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 a blind spot in the security

a restroom stall, he locked the door. Kneeling in front of the toilet, he jammed his fingers into the back of his throat, his

vomited the contents of

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

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

to him, in that moment, he bore an uncanny resemblance to the charming, gentle-looking man in the Taylor family portrait hanging in

Villa.

several VIPs in the most opulent private room of Solana City's premier

worth hundreds of thousands of dollars, as they

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

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

far surpassed your predecessor. Your younger brother is infamous

I knew he wouldn't last long as president. And as it turns out, I was right. It serves him

around

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

to 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 does he think

room resounded with boisterous

to the wine glasses around him. Taking an elegant sip, he asked, "Mr. Gentry, you don't mind if I drink

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

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

the night deepened, Rafe excused himself, citing his age and

to the private room burst

stumbled in, looking terrified.