Chapter 677: The Damn Thing
Alfred Linberg had been vomiting in the bathroom for a while. When he returned to the living room, his face was as pale as the white paint on the walls, and his body was weak and limp.
He slumped bonelessly in his chair, his weak lips losing color and appearing pale, with his fingers lacking the strength to move.
After resting for about ten minutes, the bloating in his stomach eased, and the feeling that he could explode at any moment disappeared.
Ernie Daniel said, "If you're not feeling well, you should go upstairs to rest early, and everyone else should go to bed."
After saying that, he gestured for two staff members to come forward and help Alfred Linberg up the stairs.
"Thank you, Director."
Chris Jung nodded slightly, his eyes warm and gentle, his body surrounded by an elegant and refined aura. After carefully saying goodnight to Lilian Rose, he went upstairs.