Sweetheart, Do You Still Love Me

Chapter 512 Strip Him Bare

"Very well. If that's your choice, then you will suffer the consequences," Arthur hissed.

He was disappointed. Elspeth just twisted the knife of despair even deeper into his heart. However, before he could say anything else, he started choking on himself. Callum was tightening his grip on Arthur's throat, blocking his windpipe.

The explosion was done by Callum's men to distract Arthur. They finally caught up to Arthur's car and smashed the door open. They were relieved to see Arthur pinned down. The man in the lead dragged the driver out of the other car and tossed him over to Callum.

"Got him, sir."

"Don't kill me. I did nothing, I swear!" Thinking that he might die that night, the driver almost pissed his pants.

"I won't kill you." Thinking that it was inconvenient to keep his hold on Arthur's neck, Callum swiftly took the knife and held it against his throat. "You're worthless, anyway." Callum looked at the driver.

"Yes, yes. Please spare me." The driver knelt on the ground, shivering in fear.

Angered by his driver's cowardly performance, Arthur shot him a venomous glare. "You useless oaf."

his mouth shut, though

lips were getting paler by the second. There's no time to lose. Callum ordered, "Strip the driver bare and toss him somewhere crowded. As for Mr. Winthrop here… Well, he's the president of Bluestone Corp. Can't humiliate him too much. Strip him bare and step on him. Then, toss

his hand. "No problem,

and took Elspeth to his car. Then, he drove her

Callum was gone, the leader of the gang turned his attention to the stubborn Arthur and slapped the man. It wasn't a hard slap, though Arthur felt humiliated. "What are you looking at, punk? Do you really think

this, but he couldn't do anything about it. If he tried anything stupid, the men would humiliate him even more. Thus, he smirked politely. "What's so good about him? You're wasting your talent working for Callum. Why don't you work

him in the face. "Shut

for him has no future. But if you work for me, I can give you

care about your money. Money and fame aren't my dreams. And besides, Mr. Winthrop is way

gave his men a look, and they pinned

Everyone who crosses me will!"

Daddy's waiting," the

his men burst into

no escaping this. He could only watch helplessly as the men stripped the driver bare. Then, they stepped on Arthur like he was trash. His coat was creased, and his collar was torn. Arthur looked

rubbed his hand. "No problem, sir. I know what