A hint of despair appeared on Abel's face, "Once the press conference is over, there's really no turning this thing around, Brian, do you think Madam will be able to figure it out?"

Brian lowered his eyes, the corners of his mouth pulling mockingly, "I don't know, but at this point, who can I trust but her?"

Abel's face was full of stoicism before he finally sighed, "The worst that can happen is jail time, Brian, and you should never go to jail."

Brian didn't say anything, he didn't want to go to jail either, but if he really couldn't get the money, how could Sebastiane stop?

Fifty million dollars...