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.