"I wish there is another way," Maxwell mumbled to himself.

He was still drinking from his glass of whiskey when an idea struck him, he raised his head in haste.

"Brad," he called.

"What?" Brad ask.

"Can you lend me the money? I will pay you back, I promise," he assured.

"And have my company go bankrupt like yours, no thanks l will pass," he smiled sarcastically.

"Hey, we are cousins, don't you want to help me?" Max pouted like a kid.

"I will help you in any way except repaying your debt," Brad replied and he frowned.

"I need to repay it or he is going to kill me,...