Chapter 1097 Master Holt From Brimmopolis

In the private room, a group of immaculately dressed men surrounded a man in a black Armani suit. They wore flattering looks on their faces as they showered him with praises, “Mr. Holt, you’re indeed a heart-throb. No girl can resist your charms.” “After you touched that pretty lady’s bum, she couldn’t even bring herself to get mad at you. We’re more than willing to lose this bet.”