About an hour later, Kington felt like his body was about to fall apart. His face was pale and contorted with agony. After another half an hour, Kingston could not hold it in anymore and opened the window to vomit.
"Pull over."
Kingston asked the driver to stop the car. After he got out, he hurled. He was so weak that he felt like he was on his last breath.
"Mr. Jiang, are you okay?"
The subordinates in the car were frightened and all gathered to check on him.
Kingston wanted to wave his hand and tell them that he was fine. However, he was tormented badly along the way. Before he could reply, he threw up again.
"Get out of the way!"
Right then, Declan walked over and asked the men to move aside. Then, he reached out a hand and placed it on Kingston's back. A warm Spi
