Yes, Uncle; Ruin Me.
another guest countered sharply, moving away from him.
Aaron swallowed a massive lump of saliva, heavy sweat forming on his forehead like thick beads under the bright stage lights. Regardless of the extreme terror gripping his heart, he was not willing to yield or surrender to the authorities easily. He had to play tough.
“Sir, I honestly do not know what you are talking about,” Aaron lied smoothly into the microphone, his voice shaking slightly. “I have absolutely no intention of killing my uncle, or my ex-wife. You have the wrong person.”
He debunked the claim loudly, feeling really scared deep within his soul while desperately trying to act tough before the entire elite crowd.