Chapter 520: That's the Type of Woman I Am

The woman in the private room had rouged cheeks and was lying on the sofa drunk.

One of her high heels had fallen beside the sofa, the other still attached to her foot.

There were a few holes in the stockings on her calf, presumably ripped apart by the man standing in front.

Doolle was holding a glass of red wine in his hand, his top was already off, revealing his firm chest and copper toned skin, he was wearing a pair of boxer shorts.

He stood before the sofa, looking down at the woman in front of him, licking his lips.

"You're courting death!" exclaimed William Cole, as he barged in and swung a punch at Doolle.

Caught off guard by an unexpected intrusion, coupled with heavy consumption of alcohol and his drunken state, Doolle couldn't dodge William's punch.

"Bang——" Doolle was in pain as he fell to the floor, three teeth were knocked out by William.