Shirley was sitting in the back row. Antwan turned around and waved at her. "Come over here. I'll tell you something."
Shirley was innocent. She leaned over with a face full of anticipation. Her close-fitting floral dress had a large neckline. Her collar slid down her fair shoulders.
Antwan quickly glanced at her and subconsciously swallowed. His voice was a little husky. "Marry me, and the Stewart Group will be yours. It will piss Braden off."
Shirley was lost for words.
Shirley didn't know if Braden would get angry, but she was burning with anger now.
"Bastard, good for you. Do you want to be beaten again? How can you make fun of me?"
As Shirley was about to punch him, Antwan quickly raised his hand and begged for mercy. "Shirley, don't be angry. Let me finish..."
"Stop talking nonsense."
Antwan said seriously, "I didn't ask you to marry me for real. You can take this opportunity to vent your anger...