CHAPTER 139: SUSPENSEFUL DAY

MICHAEL

"I just can't handle it anymore!" Dominic exclaimed, clutching his head. "I feel like I'm gonna die. I hate this feeling, Michael. I hate it!"

For a moment, I was in a panic. And now, I just don't know how to react.

Here I thought that there was an emergency going on. It looks like the emergency is about his head and chest.

"Relax, you're going to have a brain-heart attack," I told him, offering him the chair in front of my desk as I took a couple of glasses and poured enough amount of scotch each.

"I think I already have one," he hastily uttered, rushing to my direction and snatched the glass from me.

Watching him drink it in one go, I stood there still even when he took the bottle from my hand. "Okay?" I mumbled and took my chair.

With my observant stare, I studied him from head to toe. And all that I could say is that he looked like hell.

His hair was a mess, probably from his frequent yanking he does. His eyes are deep and obvious in need of sleep, and he can't stay still.