Chapter 90: Patrick Keaton's Threat

Allan was disgusted. His whole presence radiated an intimidating, icy aura.  The busty woman instantly felt like she'd been dropped into an ice bath, her face going pale as a sheet.  Her hand froze in mid-air, her whole body trembling, and it felt like even breathing was nearly impossible.  Allan didn't hate prostitutes.  But he really couldn't stand it when people threw themselves at him. "I... I'm sorry, sir," the busty woman stammered, fear written all over her face.  She'd only dared...