"has your father finally gone insane?" ken sighed while spinning the glass of whiskey in his hand. "my money worth more than his useless daughter" he glared to the girl from head to toe, her face was bloody and wounded, her cloth were dirty and she was barely conscious "go back to your father, tell him if he wont pay me, i'll kill both of you" he said with a calm dangerous voice, while leaning back to his chair. his expression bored and cold. 'what am i gonna do with this kid' he thought.