Chapter 42 An Overbearing Kiss
"Why are you here?"
Lamont walked in with a sullen look on his face.
"Hey, Mr. Byron, you have entered the wrong private room!"
A bulky man called out to Lamont in panic and said, "Our room is not this one."
However, Lamont didn't say anything. He only glanced back. But this was enough to make that man shut his mouth.
"What are you looking at? Let's go first." The man shivered and hurriedly called the others to leave.
The moment Lamont stepped into the room, all the other men were overshadowed.
The bathrobe hung loosely on Lamont's body. Only the belt could guarantee that the bathrobe wouldn't fall off. Under the light, Lamont's dark hair and starry eyes emitted a cold aura. Lamont kept an expressionless face, and no trace of joy or anger could be seen on his face.
Lamont exuded an innate aura of nobility. Plus Lamont's muscular figure and wheat-colored skin, no one in this room could be comparable to Lamont.