Can’t Win Me Back

"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.

quickened gradually. The moment he reached

the toilet, he jammed his fingers

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

his face. His eyes, bloodshot

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

he bore an uncanny resemblance to the charming, gentle-looking man in the

Villa.

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

worth hundreds of thousands of dollars,

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

raising his

predecessor. Your younger brother is infamous for being difficult -rigid, stubborn,

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

around

guest interjected. "He simply couldn't

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

room resounded with

him. Taking an elegant sip, he asked, "Mr. Gentry, you don't mind

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

though his voice remained calm. "In that case,

himself, citing his age