Chapter 1133: Who's the Daughter's Favorite?

Russell froze on the spot as soon as he heard James Beveridge's words. Without hesitation, he dropped to his knees with a thud. In front of James Beveridge, Russell was less than a dog. At this point, he had no choice but to admit defeat. Going against James Beveridge any further would be like a mantis trying to stop a chariot—futile and reckless. Russell's reputation was already in tatters, and within a couple of days, his name would be synonymous with disgrace among his peers. That wasn’t even the worst of it. The most pressing concern was whether he could leave the private room alive. "Mr. Beveridge, please, for the sake of all the work I’ve done for you, spare my life," Russell pleaded, trembling uncontrollably. Tears streamed down his face as he spoke, his voice cracking with fear. James Beveridge picked up a beer bottle and snarled, "I never said I was going to kill you! I’m giving you a choice—do you crack your own head, or should I do it for you?" Russell swal