Todos os capítulos de AS LONG AS I'M BREATHING: Capítulo 31 - Capítulo 40

Aimee rested her chin on her desk while looking bored at the state of her colleagues who suddenly became unemployed after Selena died. On the right side of her desk, Aimee saw Monica was busy reading a fashion magazine that she had read many times because she had no more reading stock to fill her boring spare time. Whereas usually Monica has to steal time to read her magazines because of their very busy work. But now they actually look like unemployed because their team has not been active again since Lorenzo is still in mourning and is having tough negotiations with the general council, which Aimee thinks is very old-fashioned. "Argh, I'm bored!" shouted Aimee loudly and made all of her comrades look at her strangely. Austin, who was not far from Aimee's desk, immediately threw the woman's head with a ballpoint pen because he was disturbed by Aimee's loud voice. "What happened to you? Don't you have any gossip material to make your day better?" Austin said sarcastically. Aimee als

Lorenzo lay weak in the hospital room after doctors managed to remove the bullet lodged in his right abdomen. The bullet nearly tore through the wall of his kidney. Lucky because he often exercises to enlarge the muscles in his body, so the bullet only managed to penetrate the muscle layer. "Tsk, I'm bored." Lorenzo snorted in annoyance to himself that there was no one to accompany him after the operation. Whereas in the past... hah, now he's getting tired of remembering his past. Now it was just him and Enzo, the rest, he was alone. And since Selena died, he became aware of what life means, he realized that all living humans will eventually die. So there is no reason for him to continue to cry for Selena, he must wake up to move on with his life and forget his grief over Selena's death. "Huh, how I really wanted to put this photo on my desk so that you always cheer me up dear. But it turns out I can only do it now. I miss you dear. Please give me strength.” Lorenzo closed his eye

Krystal was angry at Yunho because he just woke her up and made her have to leave her comfortable dream world. she was in the mood to relax a bit before her grandfather came and might make her unable to sleep for the next few days. But Yunho just said that one of the bosses of a drug cartel from Italy came to make transactions at The Wyn. And as a good host, like it or not, Krystal has to come down and welcome her new partner with a friendly welcome. “Mr. Angelo has been waiting for you downstairs, Ms.” "I know. Wait a minute, I'll get ready first." Krystal walked away to her room which was on the third floor of the casino building. She had to at least look decent in front of the big bosses of the drug cartel so that he would be more interested in cooperating with her. Aren't men very weak against women? For that she will use the weakest side of men to ensnare him. Fifteen minutes later Krystal appeared in front of Yunho in a tight dress fifteen inches above the knee that was so r

"Who are you? How come you know that locking technique?” Lorenzo kicked the gun that Krystal was holding earlier and locked the woman's slender body with his body. No matter the blood seeping from his arm and dripping on the floor he stepped on, right now all he wanted was to know who she really was because she looked so much like Selena. And every inch of his body sent out the electric shock that he had always felt when he came into contact with Selena. "Who are you really?" Krystal rolled her eyes lazily as she tried to escape from Lorenzo's grip. The fresh blood flowing from Lorenzo's arm disgusted her and made her feel like throwing up. But unfortunately this time Lorenzo did not want to let her go easily because the man had so many questions lodged in his head regarding her. “Was my previous explanation not clear enough? I’M KRYSTAL CUNNINGHAM! Owner and leader of Bloods. If you know who I really am, you should immediately remove your hands from my body because I will not hes

The sound of shoe soles against the floor rang loudly in the middle of the deserted hallway. At the far end of the room was a middle-aged man sitting quietly playing with his lunch spoon to draw a clock on the wall of his detention room. "Austin," muttered the man quietly as he turned quickly towards the source of the voice. Austin, who saw Jesse McLean staring at him, returned the grin with a sly smile clearly on his face. "You're getting more and more familiar with the sound of my footsteps. Boss. Do you like living here?” asked Austin scornfully. Jesse McLean tried to ignore the scornful stares and he went back to drawing the clock on the wall of the prison he's been in for the past two years or so. But even so, he was quite happy living in there, because his life felt much calmer while he was in prison. But sometimes he really misses his freedom which is actually just a pseudo freedom. He missed his cunning uncle, and he missed his daughter who was in a coma. "What about Kryst