Conan was awakened by the doorbell ringing in his hotel room. He'd been up all night, so he'd only gotten two hours of sleep. Naturally, he was very exhausted. Thanks to the doorbell's incessant ringing, Conan forced himself to get out of bed. The moment he flung the door open and saw the person standing outside his room, all traces of sleep vanished immediately.

"You insolent brat! I see you've grown a pair, huh?" Yvonne grabbed the young man by the ear and started dragging him into the room.

Conan had grown a lot taller during the past five years. Now five feet nine inches tall, he had no choice but to bend down while scuttling behind Yvonne pathetically. The pain flaring from his ear made him grimace. "Yvonne, I didn't mean to hide anything from you! Please give me a chance to explain!"

"What are you going to explain, huh? I know what you're planning, Conan." Yvonne dragged Conan in front of her. "Didn't I tell you that you can't continue developing that medical platform of yours