Sweetheart, Do You Still Love Me?

Chapter 408 A Man Who Loves You Will Spend Money on You

Jasmine’s eyes turned bright crimson as she looked at Arthur, who appeared fearless with a bright

smile. “What exactly do you mean?”

He gaped in surprise, replying, “I said nothing. Why insert yourself, Miss McGrath?”

I didn’t explain anything, so why did she overthink it?

Her fury was palpable, but she could not come up with anything to counter him, so she could only smile

uncomfortably and say, “Sorry, I overthought.”

“Yes, Miss McGrath. Please don’t have too many conspiracy theories that everyone is out to get you.”

He smiled as he stared at her. His statements were light-hearted yet loaded with implications.

Jasmine was taken aback by his remarks and could only swivel her head to gaze at Callum beside her,

looking for cover. However, he pursed his lips tightly and pretended not to hear anything. “Alright. Let’s

not waste our time here. Our purpose today is to discuss our collaboration. Let’s enter the room.”

Elspeth was relieved to see Jasmine deflated, but she did not come today to argue with her ex’s fiancé;

she was here to sign off two big contracts.

Callum was the first to enter since he was silent and unable to acclimatize to the circumstances, while

Jasmine trailed behind him after seeing him entering the cafe without her.

Arthur, on the other hand, was not in a hurry. He looked at Elspeth with a teasing smile. “I’m surprised

to see the always outspoken Elspeth getting insulted in front of her ex. Your counterattack earlier was

subpar.”

Although his words were mild, he was insinuating that Callum was not ready to defend her when she

was cornered, indicating that he did not love her anymore.

“Don’t put your finger in the pie.”

She was about to enter the cafe when Arthur purposely blocked her path. “I just helped you. Shouldn’t I

get something in return?”

After seeing his smirk, Elspeth trod on his shoe violently. “Get out of the way!”

His face immediately lit up with a big smile. Ouch. That hurts!

He gritted his teeth and stood up straight, his right fist signaling he was in pain. “Oh, to be taken for

granted.”

“Did I ask for your help?” She scowled.

Arthur was frustrated but helpless. All he could do was stand there and watch her walk away

nonchalantly, not even looking back to give him a concerned look. Despite his sore foot, he staggered

into the room in despair.

Everyone had arrived, so it was time to discuss the agreement. Elspeth pulled two contracts from her

bag and handed them to Callum and Jasmine. “Please let me know if you have any questions about

the contract. If there are no concerns, you may sign it right away.”

Following that, she handed two pens from her backpack to them. Callum took the contract and

examined it, which appeared to have no issues. He was about to sign when Jasmine grabbed his hand

and asked, “Wait a minute. Can I read it?”

Elspeth grew enraged when she saw her dolly features and questioned, “Did you graduate with a

finance degree, Miss McGrath?”

“No, I’m an arts graduate,” Jasmine replied, surprised by the question.

“In that case, reading it is futile since you won’t understand them.” Elspeth’s remarks were harsh and

nasty, piercing Jasmine’s heart.

As the daughter of a wealthy businessman, Jasmine’s education ironically had little to do with finance,

and she struggled to comprehend contracts in general. “I merely want to look over the contract. Why

are you being so aggressive, Miss Lynwood?” She bit her lower lip as tears welled up in her eyes.

Meanwhile, Callum remained unaware of her weeping and handed her the document, stating, “No one

is stopping you from reading it. Here, have a look.” He suddenly raised his head and gave Elspeth an

angry stare.

Taken aback by this gaze at first, she rapidly recovered. He was warning her not to offend Jasmine

once more. After some consideration, Elspeth became furious and commented almost nonchalantly,

“You know what? There are some issues with the contract.”

Even Arthur, who was about to sign, paused and inquired, “What’s wrong?”

“I believe Mr. Winthrop’s forced introduction of a spokesperson, who has nothing to do with

entertainment and is not even well-liked, would result in significant losses for our firm. I’m hoping he

can raise the price to forty million.” Her lips raised, twitching with a subtle cunning.

Arthur noticed it and figured Elspeth was trolling them, so he stayed muted and focused on the show.

“Forty million? That’s daylight robbery!” Jasmine was immediately dissatisfied. Thirty million is already

over the budget. Although I am overjoyed that Callum is willing to spend so much money on me, I’ve

reached my financial limit. Isn’t it a ruse to ask for forty million?

“What’s the matter? Why are you so agitated, Miss McGrath? It’s not even your money,” Elspeth

rebuked vehemently.

Jasmine indeed had no say because she would not be spending a penny on this deal. She was only

able to come here today because she kept pestering Callum.

“Forty million? Isn’t that a little too much?” Callum’s lips were tightly closed, the corners of his mouth

pulled down slightly, and his Adam’s apple bobbled, trying to restrain the gushing blood. He practically

rebuked Elspeth as a bandit with what he said, which was already quite a euphemism.

“Love costs money, Mr. Winthrop. How is that too much? Miss McGrath will be happier if you spend

more money on her. That… is deep love. Or—Does she mean nothing to you? Why are you so hesitant

to spend a few million on her?” she asked, smiling.

“That’s not true,” he replied as his gaze dimmed.

“I feel awful for him, and I don’t want him to overspend,” Jasmine interjected hurriedly. Even though she

was only saying it, she knew her words would impact Callum and make him like her even more. “Miss

Lynwood, I believe thirty million is more than sufficient. Forty is far too much.” She shot Elspeth a harsh

look in an attempt to defend her fiancé.

In response, Elspeth smirked as she caressed the pen in her hand. “Have you heard of this, Miss

McGrath? The willingness of a man to spend money on you determines whether he loves you. The

Winthrops have a net worth of hundreds of billions. If he’s unwilling to spend forty million on you, then

as his fiancé, you’re nothing special.”