Sweetheart, Do You Still Love Me

Chapter 552 I’m Not Gonna Sign This

Seeing that the man was still unrepentant, Callum slammed the document on the desk with a frosty gleam in his eyes, saying, “I’m not gonna sign this.”

All at once, Arthur flew into a rage and stopped playing nice with Callum altogether. “Callum, don’t you dare be so cheeky with me! I’m only willing to negotiate a collaboration with you now because I still think of you as my brother! You’ve made so many enemies before who can’t wait to kill you! Do you actually think they’ll let you off if the Winthrop Group falls into the hands of another plutocrat?” He sounded like he sincerely had Callum’s interests in mind.

Callum sneered while looking at the man in complete disappointment. “Arthur, you don’t have to hide your motives with such a high-sounding excuse. You’re just coveting the Winthrop Family’s fortune and wanting to have the Winthrop Group to yourself while you’re at it.”

Arthur retorted, “Don’t push it, Callum! It’s fine as long as I’m well-intentioned. Everything else is none of your business. What qualifies you to blame others after leading the Winthrop Group into such a state?” He looked down condescendingly at Callum with the air of a victor. Callum’s smart, but it’s a pity that something addled his brain and made him bring such a miserable end upon himself.

“I’m gonna ask you one last question.”

Arthur frowned. “Shoot! Stop wasting our time.” He just wanted to get the contract signed with no intention of touching on everything else.

“Do you know about Max’s accident at the car race?” Arthur’s eyes flickered, but his face gave nothing away. “I know that, of course. I hosted that car race, after all.”

“Did you have a hand in his death?” Arthur laughed instead of getting angry. “Callum, do you actually suspect I’d kill my own brother?”

think you’ve left no trace of what you did?” With that, he clapped his hands,

in pain while lying on the floor. After rolling over a few times, he finally realized that he

the man. Callum said, “So, Mr. Head of the Organizing

threatened and oppressed in every way possible, the man dared not lie at this very moment, of course. Making a clean breast of everything, he answered, “I really didn’t want

was all Arthur could mutter

fear. Obviously, he was too scared to speak after turning Arthur

you’ll have to pay for framing me?” Arthur said, threatening the man both explicitly and implicitly with a deliberate emphasis on the word

impassively, “Stop intimidating him. I’ve had his family moved to somewhere safe, so your threats aren’t

things when the Winthrop Group’s in great peril right now?” He let out a snort of laughter. “Callum, I’d

most about this. Arthur, I never thought you’d actually lay a hand on Max, who was usually the most innocent, just to satisfy your pathetic self-interests. You’re so disgusting; someone like you should just go to hell.” Then, he threw a glance at the

saying this, Arthur followed his gaze and looked back, only to realize two figures were standing at the door. He couldn’t be more familiar with them—they were none other than Edmund and Blake. Blake had disbelief written all over his face, whereas Edmund felt

feeling at once, Arthur curled his fingers behind his back and sent out a

actually do such a thing!” he snapped. “Arthur, he’s our brother! Even if he’s not related to you by blood, you shouldn’t have laid a hand on him!” Like Arthur, Edmund wasn’t a biological son of the Winthrop Family,

rather pathetic without his glasses, Arthur staggered and held onto his assistant

for Edmund to seize her by