When she unveils identities novel (Shirley and Braden)

Chapter 545 I Will Kill You Directly

Shirley froze, staring coldly at Antwan before her. She hit the nail on the head. "So, according to what you said, I'm supposed to beg you one day? Is that why you're waiting here?"

"You can think of it that way," Antwan replied.

Antwan raised his eyebrows slightly, looking like a warrior about to conquer a city. He was almost there, and his expression was complacent. "Don't you love him so much? Aren't you willing to sacrifice your own life for him? Now, I'll make it clear to you: as long as you beg me. I'll immediately announce to the public that I'll give up my right to inherit. Then the Stewart Group will be Braden's. How about that?" "Really?* Shirley asked with sparkling eyes.

She was really tempted.

To Braden, the Stewart Group was like his soul. He had poured so much into it. If it were to be taken away by a despicable person like Antwan, it meant that his entire life's work had gone to waste. She couldn't bear to see that happen. She really couldn't!

"Of course it's true! Why else would I be clinging to you like this? I would have already opened a bottle of champagne to celebrate, wouldn't I?" Antwan said, holding onto her shoulder. As Shirley's will was slowly broken, Antwan became bolder and lifted her chin. His eyes were full of ambiguous intention as he said, "Let's begin, Shirley. Beg me.'

"Ugh!" Shirley didn't bear him. She made a disgusted expression, and her eyes were about to roll out of her head. "Antwan, can't you act normal? You're really not suited to play the role of a big boss. Why don' you tell me what the price is? I need to weigh the cost-effectiveness."

"Cost-effectiveness?" Antwan froze, and his lips twitched slightly.

Did Shirley have to be such a killjoy? Can't she show a little vulnerability like those women in trashy romance novels who are forcibly taken?

Oh, he forgot, this person is Shirley, the one who twists off people's heads if they disagree. The sun would rise from the west if she were weak and helpless.

Shirley said thoughtfully, "If the cost is low, I'll do it. So I will do it. I'm not a man anyway. But if the cost is too high, I won't do it. I'll straightforwardly solve the problem."

Antwan didn't know what to say, and he became interested. *Oh, what kind of straightforward way do you think?*

Shirley smiled, her cold face showing no mercy, and she ran her fingers across his neck. "I'll just kill you."

Her tone was no joke; she would do it without hesitation if it came to that. The killing was the most straightforward, most direct, and cleanest way.

Besides, she had already taken Amelie Nelson's life, so what was one more?

Antwan's teasing eyes turned dark, his throat tightening. "Do you really hate me that much?"

"You're overthinking things. I dont hate you. I'm just a person who kills others when necessary. It's like the saying goes, kill or be killed."

"So, you're willing to be a heartless executioner for that unfeeling guy?"

"Dont you feel the same?"

Shirley retorted, "If I asked you to kill someone for me one day, would you do it?'

Antwan fell silent.

He believed himself to be a rational and wise person who could easily handle any emotions. When facing Shirley, he was like a childish fool who could be seen through and manipulated by her without any resistance.

Shirley took in the man's pain and agitation, satisfied with the situation. She hooked her lips and lifted his chin, assuming a superior pose as she asked, "Tell me, what is the price for me? After all, killing you would be my worst plan."

"Is it true?" The man's grey eyes shone brightly, like a lighthouse in the dark night.

To Antwan, Shirley's small act of "compassion" was like the sweet oasis in a desert that saved his life, making him ecstatic.

He eagerly questioned, "So, you don't want me to die. You are only using this extreme method out of helplessness?"

"That doesn't matter," Shirley was about to be impatient. "I just want to know, if I beg you to spare Braden, what will the price be?"

"It's not so much a price as a choice," Antwan took a deep breath, his handsome face unusually calm. "If you are willing to go with me, I will give up the Stewart Group and live a secluded life in the mountains, no longer participating in these disputes."

"Is that all you want, to come with you?"

She was a little surprised at first.

She initially thought Antwan would make strange demands, like serving him. She was even prepared to slap and curse him for being a perverted hooligan. But this was it?

"Yes, just that."

Antwan closed his eyes and said wistfully, "Let's find a secluded place and live a peaceful life away from the world's troubles."

"I don't understand."

She was confused.

Antwan was cunning and had taken over the Stewart Group but he was also a romantic. He caused trouble and mischief, all for the sake of living in seclusion with her? He was the villain, but he lacked the viciousness and decisiveness of a villain.

"Dont want to?"

Antwan asked humbly. "Dont worry, I won't force you to do anything you don't want to. I only want you to come with me and live in seclusion."

She retorted, "Do you want to force me? Do you have the ability?"

"As long as you give me a chance, you will know whether I have the ability."

She paused and thought for a moment. 'Okay, I'll go with you. But I have one small request. I hope you can help me with something."

Anyway, she had initially planned to disappear on the day when Braden recovered and to fulfill him and Alina Gilmore.

"Then I'll give you three minutes to think about it. After three minutes, I want a definite answer.'

Antwan suppressed his joyful expression and deliberately pretended to be calm and composed.

He didn't expect Shirley to agree so readily, giving him a surreal feeling.

After three minutes, Antwan couldn't wait and asked, "Have you decided? Do you want to come with me?*

Shirley bit her lip. Although it was only three minutes, it was enough for her to consider carefully.

"I'll go with you," Shirley said clearly, and added, "But I also have a small request that I hope you can fulfill.