Salute To The General

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."

The man dressed in a suit, whom they addressed as Mr. Holt, answered with a smug expression, "Back in Brimmopolis, they call me a ladies' man and the p**** conqueror. The number of women I've been with can easily top the number of clothes you have in your wardrobe. Did you think I wouldn't live up to my reputation?"

Just then, Nathan walked in.

Everyone in the room instantly quiet down, frowning at the outsider.

"Who the hell are you? Who let you in?" Mr. Holt exclaimed with displeasure in his

tone.

Nathan ignored his question, and asked in a nonchalant tone, "Were you the one who harassed my friend outside just now?"

Mr. Holt noticed Penny and Grace trailing behind Nathan just then. He glanced at Grace and finally understood what this was all about. A smile that formed on his lips as he threw a question back at Nathan, "Your wife?"

friend," Nathan

Holt grinned widely. "If she's not your wife, then it's none of your concern. Now get

jaw clenched when he heard

hotel owner, Ross Cabana, hurried over with a group of hotel

face

to Mr. Holt and said, "You are here just in time. This guy harassed my friend. You're the boss here. Either

their lips at Nathan.

on Ross' forehead as he was caught amidst the conflict between Nathan and Mr. Holt. His face showed just how

Cross, this is the son of the Brimmopolis'

Holt's from Brimmopolis are considered wealthy and powerful, and most people can't afford to offend them. I don't think this matter is that big of a deal, so can you let it go for

didn't know what else

knew that Nathan was the head

president of the Cross

he knew better than anyone that Gerard Holt was the precious son of the wealthy

couldn't afford to get on their bad side. So, all he could do was persuade

was trying to mediate between the two sides, he asked with a chilly

little as he racked his brain