Chapitre 870: Sparks

The whooshing noise released by the hall's metal doors awakened Khan, and a smile appeared on his face when a familiar aura touched his senses. He half-turned, retaining his comfortable position on the couch while looking at the figure approaching him.

"Long night?" Monica asked, a giggle escaping her mouth when she noticed George sleeping on a nearby couch with an empty bottle in his arms.

"Very long," Khan confirmed, his voice a half-groan. "Very good."

Monica reached Khan's couch, sitting before his half-turned torso. Her hands went for his drowsy face, and her thumbs carefully removed the gunk from his eyes.

"Did you talk with him?" Monica inquired.

"I told him everything," Khan said, his explanation occasionally interrupted by George's drunken snores, "But we somehow ended up talking about butts."