Chapitre 79: The Club Where You Meet Someone for a Night

The words thrown by Ursula sounded in Gustav's ears filling him with irritation. His father suspected of industrial espionage? What a stupid thing to say! And yet his cousin was not so cunning and so calculating to make up similar situations. So his father really had to be the subject of such an investigation, dammit. And such a man in matters of life admonished him? It sounded like some old black British comedy.

Gustav couldn't sit down in his apartment, which seemed... foreign to him after these few weeks. If he stayed in it, he would have to think about what kind of trouble his father had gotten the company into. He didn't want to do that. He didn't want to think about his father at all. Nor about that fucking company. Gustav wanted to...

A smiling David stood in front of his eyes and something squeezed Meiden's stomach.