"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 spot in the

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

vomited the contents of his

Remmy wiped at the cold, sticky drool clinging to his face. His eyes,

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

uncanny resemblance to the charming, gentle-looking man in

Villa.

in the most opulent private room of

of thousands of dollars, as they basked in

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

Beckett, president of Beckett Group, now," Rafe said, raising his glass in a toast, his

surpassed your predecessor. Your younger brother is infamous for being

he wouldn't last long

around the

"He simply couldn't hold onto what wasn't his to

Group belongs to Mr. Justin as the eldest son. Jasper had no business assuming he'd inherited

room resounded with boisterous

around him. Taking

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

malice flickered in Justin's eyes, though his voice remained

himself, citing his age

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