�Why are you so late?�

After passing through the factory site and entering the office building, Sirone and the others waited in the guest room for about two hours.

�Can not stand anymore!�

Son Yu-jeong jumped up.

�I�m going to see Mortasinger right now.�If you destroy the one who gets in your way, that�s enough.�

Sirone sighed briefly.

�Son Yu-jeong.�

Her shoulders twitched.

�Stay still.�Don�t mess things up.�

�Grunt.�all right.�

Hand Yu-jeong, who turned around with her head down, tried to sit back in the chair.

�����I know how to say!�

Suddenly, he kicked off the ground and jumped out, holding his right yeoui stick all the way toward the door and shouting.

Then the door opened.

�You guys here���

Son Yu-jeong bared her teeth as soon as Sirone saw Lethe�s familiar face.

�Move!�

Sirone�s eyes widened.

�Huh!�

At the same time as the number of long orphans decreased, Son Yu-jeong collapsed as if a thread had been cut.

�Oh, I was wrong.�please����Lethe saw Son Yoo-jeong wriggling, or more precisely, the face of Richera hanging from her waist.

�it�s annoying.�

If Hell hadn�t had the crispy runner�s head, Sirone wouldn�t have been able to make it on time.

�Is this also fate?�

Raising her gaze, she scanned Sirone, Lian, Etella, and Chagall one by one.

�Yahweh, Gehenna, Taegeuk.�How many years have you been working?�

It was a super-special VIP.

�hello.�My name is Letera, the president of the chemical company.�We finally get together like this.�

There was no answer.

She jumped over Son Yu-jeong with a great stride and sat down at the table across from Sirone. JrNovels.com