The Boss (11)

Yulia Volkova’s promotional schedule that had been planned for afterward was, of course, canceled.

Apparently, it had been an interview for some electronic magazine, but even the utterly heartless people of Risk City seemed to have trouble demanding a cancellation fee from a pitiful actress who had proudly reported her survival while sobbing and dripping snot.

“It’s over, it’s over, it’s over, it’s over, it’s over….”

Of course, judging by how badly she was doing now, she probably would have simply paid the cancellation fee if they had charged her.

Yulia Volkova clutched her hair as though she were about to tear it out and writhed violently on the hotel bed.

She had initially been taken to the hospital, but no serious problems were found apart from slight cold symptoms, so she was discharged soon afterward.

As for me, I have the kind of constitution where even minor wounds heal if I simply blink once.

Christine, on the other hand, was the only one among us who could genuinely be called injured, so she still hadn’t been discharged from the hospital.

They said she would be on an IV for a few hours, anyway.

“Aaaah!! Everything’s ruined!”...