When she unveils identities

Chapter 544

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. NôvelDrama.Org owns all content.

"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.

"I've signed it. You can leave now."

After a few seconds, his beautiful handwriting appeared on the paper.

Shirley stopped struggling and looked at Braden with a sense of extreme distress. She knew better

than anyone how painful it was to give up something Braden was proud of, let alone for the son of

heaven, who had never experienced failure!

Antwan released his grip on Shirley, his arm already bitten bloody, and clapped his hands, saying,

"Braden is righteous. As a cousin, I really admire it. This is your own choice, so when uncle and

grandfather come to hold us accountable, I will not be responsible!"

"Bah, you hypocritical people, get out of here!"

Shirley pushed Antwan far away 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 this matter. I won't let Antwan

succeed, no way!"

"I don't need your help." Braden's voice was cold as ice. "It doesn't matter to me who manages The

Stewart Group. It's not."

Shirley was surprised to see Braden become so negative and discouraged.

He obviously had strong ambitions, so how could he not care?

"What do I care about? It doesn't seem to have anything to do with you. You don't have to be so angry,’

said Braden expressionlessly.

In the past, he considered his career, family honor, and personal achievements the most important

things. Still, after going through so many things, almost dying several times, these external things

became irrelevant to him, like floating clouds.

The only thing he cared about now, or the only thing that made him passionate, was finding the missing

part of his memory.

Only by finding that missing part of his memory can he feel complete.

Of course, he didn't need to explain these ideas to anyone.

"It has nothing to do with me?'

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

"You're right. This is your career, not mine. It really has nothing to do with me. I have too much free

time to see unpleasure for myself!"

Shirley was too sad, and her body was too weak. She stumbled back a few steps.

Antwan promptly 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 support education

in impoverished mountainous areas instead of meddling in other people's business.'

"I don't need you to judge whether or not I'm meddling in other people's business," said Shirley with

disgust, glaring at Antwan before pushing him away.

These three people were like three separate arrows, proving a timeless truth: only the loved one can

feel secure!

Shirley's mouth was sharp, but her body was weak. She had only taken a few steps when she fell

heavily.

"Ms. Wilson! Ms. Wilson!" May Thompson shouted in panic.

She had no idea how much time had passed when she woke again.

"Ahem!"

Shirley opened her eyes and felt uneasy, as if she were floating on clouds.

"You finally woke up!"

Her hands were tightly wrapped by a pair of giant palms. A deep voice appeared with joy.

"Braden...’

Still unconscious, Shirley saw the handsome man in front of her and yelled his name.

The man paused for a moment.

The giant palm holding her hand tightened.

"Antwan, it's you!"

Shirley realized the man holding her hand was not Braden but the sly Antwan. She immediately

withdrew her hand, unapproachable.

"You've achieved your goal. Why not celebrate and leave?’

Shirley said contemptuously.

"I remember telling you early on that my goal wasn't the Stewart Group."

"I see. Your goal is to surpass Braden. He's already lost everything. Aren't you satisfied? What more do

you want?"

"To surpass him?'

Antwan said, "Indeed, my only goal in life for a long time was to surpass Braden. Now that he's a loser,

I should be satisfied. But for some reason, I still feel unsatisfied, like something's off."

"Isn't that enough?! Don't go too far. What are you going to do?!"

Shirley was infuriated again. She was afraid this madman would use some evil trick against Braden.

" Whether I stop or not depends entirely on you?"

Antwan grabbed Shirley's shoulder and stared at her like mad.