<h4>Chapter 23: Master Huo, Allow Me</h4>


    <strong>Trantor: </strong>EndlessFantasy Trantion <strong>Editor: </strong>EndlessFantasy Trantion


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    Golden City was the most well-known ce for entertainment. It had the best “waitresses” in the area.


    Inside a spacious lounge, the other men were flirting with beauties in their embrace. In the midst of flirtatious exchanges, Huo Yunting was there—alone, on the crimson sofa, with a ss of wine dancing in his grip as he asionally sipped.


    The colorful disco lights shone upon his stony expression. He seemed as if he never belonged here.


    Huo Yunting: the handsome, the great, the yboy, the beast in bed, the prince in bar, was seemingly not himself tonight. He looked moody— extremely moody.


    Huo Yunting’s homie, Mu Xuan, shot a nce at Huo Li who was going to take his seat after a brief karaoke session. He had no balls to ask the beast anything. Huo Li noticed the nce and signaled him with a raise of his ss in acknowledgement. There was a smile that literally said, “I ain’t stupid. If you want to die, go do it yourself, dumbass.”


    Huo Yunting then drank the entire ss of wine in one go. A sexily-dressed girl came to fill up his ss right away, as efficient as the hostess she was. Huo’s soulless eyes gazed at the pale scarlet liquid in the ss, as the sound of it streaming somehow rang like that chatterbox he married.


    Despite the annoyance, that chatterbox had yet transformed into the woman he knew who always liked to act tough despite the humiliation she got, pulling off that I-am-very-fine, irritating gesture of hers.


    His cheeks were twitching in fury, as he lifted the ss to his lips.


    “Master Huo, allow me...”


    The hostess whispered in his ear as she copsed into his embrace, with that giant pair of maternal cushions going to rest and an excitement in her eyes upon him.


    “F*ck off.” He pushed her away and got up from the sofa, leaving the ss on the table.


    “Aw... Master Huo...” She copsed onto the sofa, like a maiden on her first night, as she reached her hand out. “Would you be that gentleman and give poor little me a hand?”


    And Huo walked away with a flip of his coat.


    He got into his Royce, turned on the engine and stomped upon the pedal as the Royce zoomed into the busy road.


    He made his way back to Thunderbolt Corp., where only a single window was brightly lit by then.


    He peeked at the clock in his car.


    It was already 3 a.m.


    “I knew it...” He whispered, “I knew she would be still working.”


    His car parked, Huo Yunting went straight to Lu’s office, with loud ttersing from his leather shoes.


    The door to the secretary’s office was wide open.


    His footsteps were loud at first. When he saw that familiar silhouette, those footsteps softened.