Frightening Cultivation Speed
"It's not a brothel!"
When Manager Doug said these words, Leon flashed him a disdainful glance.
"Who are you trying to fool? Are you taking me for a 3-year-old? That name and these busty ladies with maid uniforms say it all." Leon said.
'Not to mention, with some cash, she let me cop a feel.'
Leon cast a sidelong glance at the courtesan with odd boobs.
Manager Doug could not read Leon's thoughts, but he did not need to. He only needed to look at the courtesan with odd boobs to understand everything.
"Boss, it's really not like that."
Manager Doug tried to explain before casting the courtesan a glare.
"Have you been charging customers to touch your breast again, Khloe?" He interrogated.
"No, Manager Doug." Khloe denied with her neck shrunk like a turtle hiding its head inside its shell. However, the cash stuffed in the valley of her twin mountains were clearly seen. "Yes…"