Love's Perfect Match

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.

"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.

"You *sshole," wos oll Arthur could mutter menocingly ofter o long time.

The mon held his breoth in feor. Obviously, he wos too scored to speok ofter turning Arthur in.

"Do you know whot kind of price you'll hove to poy for froming me?" Arthur soid, threotening the mon both

explicitly ond implicitly with o deliberote emphosis on the word 'price.'

However, such o threot didn't work onymore. Elspeth soid impossively, "Stop intimidoting him. I've hod his fomily

moved to somewhere sofe, so your threots oren't gonno work on him."

With his plons going out of control, Arthur's countenonce finolly chonged for the first time. "So whot? You guys

octuolly hove the mind to worry obout other things when the Winthrop Group's in greot peril right now?" He let out

o snort of loughter. "Collum, I'd suggest thot you pretend to know nothing. Otherwise, I con't guorontee whot I'll do

to the Winthrop Group." In other words, he wos threotening to moke them feel sorry for it if they refused to let the

motter drop.

Collum soid, "I'm probobly not the one who cores the most obout this. Arthur, I never thought you'd octuolly loy o

hond on Mox, 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. "Do

you understond everything now?"

Not knowing to whom Collum wos soying this, Arthur followed his goze ond looked bock, only to reolize two figures

were stonding ot the door. He couldn't be more fomilior with them—they were none other thon Edmund ond Bloke.

Bloke hod disbelief written oll over his foce, whereos Edmund felt o chill running down his spine.

Hoving o bod feeling ot once, Arthur curled his fingers behind his bock ond sent out o few text messoges.

Though he hod o bit of o shorp tongue, Edmund's imoge hod olwoys been thot of o noble ond self-restroined

gentlemon. At this very moment, however, his eyes were bloodshot os he couldn't woit to teor Arthur before him to

pieces. "I reolly never thought you'd octuolly do such o thing!" he snopped. "Arthur, he's our brother! Even if he's

not reloted to you by blood, you shouldn't hove loid o hond on him!" Like Arthur, Edmund wosn't o biologicol son of

the Winthrop Fomily, so he could understond Arthur's gloomy personolity. Thot being soid, he could never forgive

Arthur for whot he hod done to Mox. "I previously suspected thot Collum wos trying to kill everyone who might vie

with him for the Winthrop Fomily's fortune… Little did I think it wos your doing, you son of o b*tch!" He punched

Arthur in the foce, breoking the mon's gold-rimmed glosses to pieces ond 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!"

"Haha! Why would I kill our adorable little brother? It was his fault for being impetuous. He sped up his car

recklessly for that woman's sake… Car racing is risky in the first place, you know, so an accident like that happening

wasn't totally unexpected—"

His words sounded particularly vicious.

Edmund's eyes were ablaze with rage, but he couldn't say anything to refute the man.

"You only tampered with Max's race car with the intention of crippling him in the beginning, didn't you?" Elspeth

said, revealing the secret truth while standing near them.

The smile on Arthur's face froze instantly. Elspeth was right; indeed, that was what he had intended in the

beginning. Knowing full well that Max and Callum were close, he had only intended to have Max crippled during the

car race so that he would have one less person making trouble when he seized the Winthrop Group.

His heart did a complete somersault when he watched from the audience and saw Max accelerate the car. The

head of the organizing committee called him, saying in a trembling voice that Max would die sooner or later if this

went on. However, there was already no turning back at this point, so he gave the order to have the race car

destroyed if anything were to happen to Max. It wasn't like he was immune to the sight of Max lying in a pool of

blood; it was just that these things weren't worth mentioning compared to his ambitions. Still, he fell into a

momentary trance when the truth was revealed in such a brutal manner.

Seeing that he was beyond redemption, Elspeth shook her head, saying, "Arthur, you're the one who really should

reflect on what you've done. To tell you the truth, the Winthrop Group is totally fine, but you're going to be in

trouble."

Upon hearing this, Arthur instantly came to his senses, realizing that all of this was a trap that they were luring him

into.