Chapter Sixty Seven

A week has passed since the day of the twins birthday, since that God awful party and since Gustav Russo and Choi Jongil made a fool of themselves in front of their allies.

And now, after a week later, Gustav is fully recovered, getting ready to leave the Hospital for good.

But unlike Gustav, Jongil doesn't seem to be that...lucky. For even after a week has passed, the man is still bed ridden, still under critical state and still...unconscious.

For the blow that he had taken to his head might be much much more fatal than it had seemed. Raising in unwanted fear among the Russo's

Agatha runs her fingers through her hairs in frustration while Louise stares down at her with his hands folded across his chest. Agatha bits down on her lower lip, making Louise follow her every movement including that, sucking in a deep breath.

Control yourself you animal. She knows you are dating her sister for fucks sake!

"So, you are telling me that, if your dad doesn't make it, then you will wage war on us