When She Unveils Identities

Chapter 544 Whether I Stop or Not Depends Entirely on You?

The board of directors presented a document to Braden, pretending to be respectful. “Mr. Stewart, we need your cooperation and signature for this 'Consent to Voluntarily Give Up the Management of The Stewart Group.' However, we are unsure if you can sign it independently given your current condition?'

Braden tilted his head slightly as he calmly said, 'Give me the pen.'

"No, you cant sign it!"

Shirley was still under Antwan's control. She exerted all her strength to break free but was too weak to escape.

"You damned bastard, let me go! I'll kill you!'

She struggled in Antwan's embrace, lost control of her emotions, and even bit his arm fiercely like a shrew.

"Hush, be good. This is Braden's own choice. Even if I let you go, he will still sign the document. Why are you so worried?"

"Antwan, you despicable person, do you think you can win against him this way? I won't let you succeed. You can never compare to him, not even a single strand of his hair!"

Shirley bit Antwan's arm so tightly that her whole body trembled, tasting the flavor of blood in her mouth.

Antwan looked at the deep and bloody tooth marks on his arm, which were obviously painful, yet he felt highly pleased. "So, what if I can't compare to him? At least this makes you notice me."

Perhaps, he was fundamentally a masochist, wanting to attract Shirley's attention this way.

To him, it was better to curse, beat, or even eat him bite by bite than not to have him in her sight at all.

"This... Ms. Wilson, please show mercy!'

The onlookers were stunned and couldn't figure out what to do next as they looked at each other with mouths agape.

Although Braden's eyes were blind, his heart was not. He listened to the entire conversation between Shirley and Antwan and was even more convinced that Shirley must have a special meaning to Antwan. His fingers holding the pen, tightened slightly as he signed the document.

signed it. You can

seconds, his beautiful handwriting

anyone how painful it was to give up something Braden was proud

righteous. As a cousin, I really admire it. This is your own choice, so when uncle and grandfather come to

you hypocritical people,

and then ran towards Braden, hugging and comforting him in a low voice. "Don't worry. Take care of yourself first. I'll find a way to solve

"It doesn't matter to me who manages The Stewart Group.

was surprised to see Braden

had strong ambitions, so how could he not

do I care about? It doesn't seem to have anything to do with you. You don't have to

after going through so many things, almost dying several

only thing that

that missing part of his memory

need to explain

to do with

heart felt like it had been slapped. Her worry and her sense of injustice seemed so

mine. It really has nothing to do with me. I have too much free time to see unpleasure

her body was too weak. She stumbled back a

supported her crumbling body, frowned, and mocked coldly, "If you really have too much time, you can do charity work, help African children, save wild elephants, and

meddling in other people's business," said

separate arrows, proving a timeless truth: only the loved one can feel

weak. She

Ms. Wilson!" May Thompson

idea how much time had passed

"Ahem!"

uneasy, as if

"You finally woke up!"