C663 It Was a Blessing, Not a Disaster.

The room was shrouded in a mist that gave it an otherworldly, fairy-tale quality.

Mr. Abbott lay bare-chested in the bathtub, his eyes closed, basking in the sheer comfort of it all.

President Park burst in, his face etched with panic. The floor, slick with moisture, nearly sent him tumbling next to Mr. Abbott.

"Mr. Abbott, we have a serious problem."

Mr. Abbott didn't bother to open his eyes