"Enough." The burly man on the sofa stood up and walked over to Jacob Clark. He stretched out his hand and casually patted Jacob's cheek, chuckling mockingly, "President Clark is quite a figure, aren't you? The brothers here are well aware of that. If your company were still running, I would believe your words, President Clark. But now, I'm afraid even the beggars on the streets have more money than you do. Why should I believe you'd repay the debt when you say you will?"
"Millions, not just a few hundred dollars. If President Clark runs away, what are the brothers going to take to cover for you?"
Juliet Jordan, who had been coldly watching Jacob be insulted, suddenly frowned and asked sternly, "Millions? What millions?"
Didn't he just mortgage the family's house, cars, and stocks?
At most, they would just take those things away. Why would he owe millions?
