Sweetheart, Do You Still Love Me?

Chapter 552

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?"

Callum replied, "There's nothing you're afraid of doing, no? You even dared to frame me despite me being your brother. You really think you've left no trace of what you did?" With that, he clapped his hands, upon which Harper carried a man over and threw him inside.

After rolling over a few

instant he saw

of the Organizing Committee, tell me how Max

Making a clean breast of everything, he answered, "I really didn't want to do this! It was Arthur who used my family to threaten

Arthur could

in fear. Obviously, he was too scared to speak

pay for framing me?" Arthur said,

said impassively, "Stop intimidating him. I've had his family

great peril right now?" He let out a snort of laughter. "Callum, I'd suggest that you pretend to know nothing. Otherwise, I can't guarantee what I'll do to the Winthrop Group." In other words, he was

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

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 a chill running

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

that of a noble and self-restrained gentleman. At this very moment, however, his eyes were bloodshot as he couldn't wait to tear Arthur before him to pieces. "I really never thought you'd 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, so he could understand Arthur's gloomy personality. That being said, he could never forgive Arthur for what he had done to Max. "I previously suspected that Callum was trying to kill everyone who might vie with him for the

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who wos usuolly the most innocent, just to sotisfy your pothetic self-interests. You're so disgusting; someone like you should just go to hell." Then, he threw o glonce ot the door with on inscrutoble expression.

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