Chapitre 157: Wasted drunkard...

Without knocking on the door, Ivan just barged inside only to find an unexpected scene unfolding in front of him, making him whisper only one word in utter disbelief, "Nathan!!!"

The room was reeking with the smell of alcohol as the floor was filled with at least eight to nine empty glass bottles.

Whole room was a mess with all the picture frames, flower vases and lamp shades being crushed down on the floor, totally scattered into many tiny pieces...

Whereas his friend, Nathan Anderson was lying on the cold hard ground unconsciously with a beer bottle in his hand.

His eyes were half closed as he was resting his head on the corner stand of the bed. The first few buttons of his shirt were unbuttoned while his hair was completely disheveled.

All in one, he was looking like a wasted drunkard who had no family or friends to care for him...

Ivan rushed towards his best friend and shook his body to wake him up from his unconscious state.