Mark picked Wright up by the collar. His eyes were filled with anger as he approached Wright's face and enunciated each word clearly. "Do you know the value of the gold room?"
Wright trembled slightly, not daring to look at Mark's face.
"The gold room. I've spent an uncountable amount of money that you won't be able to get in this life. If they find out about it now, what do you think the president will do?" Mark questioned through gritted teeth.
Wright trembled, his collar was being pressed down so hard on his neck that he couldn't breathe. His breathing became difficultl. He said carefully, "Father, just say that I'm responsible for the gold room. I'll bear everything!"
