Sammy was on the verge of going crazy. Everything went well in the afternoon, but he was suddenly exposed.
He was grabbed by the collar by Emery, and the intense pressure made him tremble in fear.
The wound on his face was still painful, indicating that if he was beaten again, he wouldn't be able to take it, and maybe, his ribs would be broken.
But he couldn't do such a disgusting thing in front of so many people.
He had been a rich guy for so many years, and he would rather die than perform this.
Seeing that Sammy did not speak for a long time, Emery exerted strength on his hand and lifted Sammy. "I'll give you three seconds. Choose now."
Sammy shook his head. He didn't want any of the options. "I don't want any of them. Please let me go. I'm not lying. I will make Ormand fall and be doomed!"