Chapter 69: If I Can't Even Handle My Wife, How Am I Ever Going to Build an Empire?

Night had fallen. Remy Fouldes stretched out on the big, soft bed for a quick rest when Nina Looske drifted in, silk nightgown brushing her knees, a glass of orange juice balanced carefully in her hands. Wordlessly, she shoved it at him. He took it, sniffed, and couldn't help but laugh. "You really never give up, do you? Drugged it again?" Hands on her hips, cheeks puffed in outrage, Nina glared at him. "I don't care! Either you drink it today, or I will. Your choice!" Remy smiled. "Then you...