"I didn't know Mr. Koslov is this young." The familiar voice of Mr. Alesteir aka Liam alerted James. For a fleeting second, he thought he got caught, but when he turned and noticed him still grinning widely like a mad person, he sighed inwardly. Of course, that grin was the result of the cash James was carrying.
"I hope our girls will be able to match your hunger." Liam winked at him, followed by handing him a paper filled with ranges of women on offer. He clenched his jaw and fist, riled up by their idea of violating women. In his mind, he just thought of a hundred easy ways to kill this bastard with his bare hands, but that wasn't the only thing he was here for.
The girls were barely clothed, with some of them revealing a lot more than necessary, and James felt pathetic to act the way Koslov was known for. Pointing his finger, he chose one who was clad in a blue net dress, revealing almost everything.
"Fine then, we shall have her delivered—"
