Ziggy winced as he sipped his coffee—it was overly bitter than how he expected it to be. He made this coffee himself and thought that perhaps he needed more practice and skill to make the perfect coffee for his taste buds. He was at his laboratory right now taking a break from his usual laboratory routines, a couple of documents jumbled on his desk including a fresh newspaper he bought at the street earlier while driving his way to the lab.
The news these days concentrated to only two subjects—the stolen La Agartha pieces and the Lagdameo heir's ambitious and daring proposition of making a bridge to the Manggan Island.
"A bridge?" A frown messed up the Youngest sire handsome visage as he remembered the thing "What is the Lagdameo coach up to? He failed to stop her the day she left and now he wanted to reconnect with her? Stupid!"
