lovesick ~ Kimchay

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Kamol raises his eyebrow and looks beside him Liu is dead. His blood splattered everywhere. Boss frantically tries to get up.

"Sit Down Or you want the faith"

Boss disapprovingly sits back due to the dark voice Kimhan has just articulated.

"Good"

Kim says.

"How? He? I thought—

"You aren't smart enough just like your father Boss."
because of an order to bring the original file.

"He was controlling the business from behind without your knowing. He tried, but failed miserably, Do you want the same?"

"No No—

"Then Tell me why you sent the guards to attack" In an instant Kim comes in between.

"What, When a confusedsed expression rose across Boss's Face

"In Chiang Mai" Kim slams on the table shaking everyone.

"No Kim? I don't know?—

" You think of me as a fool? Or blind?"

Boss tried to Justify nonetheless but the explanation wasn't going to convince Kim anyway.

"No"

"Your sp have been following me for 3 months! And you think I wouldn't notice?"

"But!—

"This breaks the code of privacy concerned in the contract."

"I suggest you to stop the Act"

"What will you do huh!"

"Party B Mr Boss now has to prove his loyalty."

"Loyalty? I have done one anything!"

"Then within the code and conduct of Mafia, Law you will have to pay penalty"

Boss's personal secretary suddenly says something in his ears.

"Yes I have something on my mind"
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Porchay lay unconscious but now in better health on the bed, a pale wisp against the stark white sheets. Machines beeped softly beside him, Still a constant reminder of his fragility.

Porsche, dressed in clothes that looked like they
hadn't been slept in, sat beside Porchay, his hand
resting on his brother's clammy one.

Kinn was in the office of a doctor asking about Chay's medical condition. Worry etched lines on his young face as he watched Porchay's chest rise and fall with each shallow breath.

Meanwhile, Korn was looking at some Documents.

A brisk knock on the door, followed by a hurried
entrance, shattered the tense quiet. Kim strode in, his designer suit looking out of place amidst the sterile white. His face was a mask of barely
contained fury covered in blood from the previous meeting.

"What's happening here?" he demanded, his voice sharp and laced with urgency. Porsche flinched at the intrusion, his gaze flickering from Kim to Porchay. Korn, who had been leaning against the window, straightened up,
his expression unreadable.

"We're discharging Porchay," Korn replied curtly,
his voice betraying no emotion.

A young doctor, her face etched with concern,
stepped forward. "Khun'' she addressed Kim, "Khun Porchay is stable enough to recover at
home. We've provided detailed instructions for his care." Ignoring the doctor, Kim's gaze snapped back to Porsche.