"Why are you doing this to yourself? Drinking won't solve anything. Besides cousin, you are badly injured," He reached out to touch one of the injury spots on Ryan's bare chest.
"It will heal itself," the cold words were enough to stop Chris' hand from advancing further. "It's that bastard's fault!" Ryan suddenly shouted and hit his hand loudly on the counter.
He sat up not even displaying the signs of being drunk. Something a normal human being would do after drinking three bottles of champagne.
"Chris, contact the pilot of the private jet. We have caused enough havoc. We will leave as soon as possible tomorrow," His words made the remaining three in the room look up.
"Then we should pack up as soon as possible," Mia looked at Sam but the latter didn't even get the chance to
