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Arthur replied,
“Would I dare to hide them from you? That’s why they’re written explicitly, no?”
He had wanted to show some restraint; at least he wouldn’t have let Callum see through these clauses so easily. On second thoughts, however, the Winthrop Group was already on its last legs. Even if he had these clauses written explicitly, they wouldn’t have any impact on the situation, and Callum wouldn’t dare to argue with him either. That was why he had these clauses laid out openly.
“Arthur, aren’t you afraid of getting what you deserve for all the bad things you’ve done?”
Arthur raised his eyebrows with a noncommittal smile.
“Why would I be afraid of that? And besides, aren’t you the one who’s supposed to worry about your situation right now?
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.
“Ouch!”
cried the man in pain while lying on the floor. After rolling over a few times, he finally realized that he was surrounded by people. Startled, he got up immediately.
Arthur’s face darkened the instant he saw the man. Callum said,
“So, Mr. Head of the Organizing Committee, tell me how Max died.”
Having been 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 to do this! It was Arthur who used my family to threaten me into tampering with Max’s car. I… I really didn’t mean to kill him!”
“You *sshole,”
was all Arthur could mutter menacingly after a long time.
The man held his breath in fear. Obviously, he was too scared to speak after turning Arthur in.
“Do you know what kind of price you’ll have to pay for framing me?”
Arthur said, threatening the man both explicitly and implicitly with a deliberate emphasis on the word ‘price.’
However, such a threat didn’t work anymore. Elspeth said impassively,
“Stop intimidating him. I’ve had his family moved to somewhere safe, so your threats aren’t gonna work on him.”
With his plans going out of control, Arthur’s countenance finally changed for the first time.
“So what? You guys actually have the mind to worry about other things when the Winthrop Group’s in 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 threatening to make them feel sorry for it if they refused to let the matter drop.
Callum said,
“I’m probably not the one who cares the 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 door with an inscrutable expression.
“Do you understand everything now?”
Not knowing to whom Callum was 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 a chill running down his spine.
Having a bad feeling at once, Arthur curled his fingers behind his back and sent out a few text messages.
Though he had a bit of a sharp tongue, Edmund’s image had always been 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 Winthrop Family’s fortune… Little did I think it was your doing, you son of a b*tch!”
He punched Arthur in the face, breaking the man’s gold-rimmed glasses to pieces and knocking them to the floor.
Looking rather pathetic without his glasses, Arthur staggered and held onto his assistant next to him for support.
The assistant was afraid, but she nonetheless straightened up and stepped forward out of her desire to protect her employer, only for Edmund to seize her by the throat.
“I’ve never hit a woman, but I don’t mind making an exception,”
he said.
Frightened by his words, the assistant instantly dodged to one side. Edmund grabbed Arthur by the collar with a murderous look in his eyes.
“Arthur, why did you have to kill Max? Tell me!”
