Chapter 1094

Callum had never been treated like this in his life. Even as the burning wine flowed down his throat, he tried to speak up as loudly as possible. But Jacob wasn't giving him a chance. He simply ordered, "More." Half an hour passed, and Callum was starting to lose his grip on reality. His body was soaked in alcohol as he bent forward. The men threw him onto the couch, and he struggled to stand up again. Just as he was about to fall, Jacob grabbed him by the face. "I didn't do it, Mr. Jacob! It wasn't me!" Callum begged. But his pleas of innocence fell on deaf ears. Jacob had no sympathy for him. "Just admit it. Confessing would actually be better for you than denying it. If you don't, you'll end up buried in debt. Your house, your car, your wife, and your son will all be ruined. Think about that. Think about who gave me the authority to do this. Mr. Claude himself ordered it, so he already suspects you. Why are you being so stubborn?” Callum used the last bit of strength he had. "Be