A loud cheer from a very impressed child echoed in the streets as Rosanna saw the restaurant they were looking for. Montana and Rosanna were supposed to just eat in the office after the meeting, but Isla dragged the former witch to eat out with her and Alessa.
With Isla holding onto Montana's arm and Alessa following behind along with a cute girl Rosanna in front, the onlookers couldn't help but look at this nine-to-five slave with envy. At that age and an unappealing look, how could he even attract such beauties?
As for Montana's perspective, all he wondered was how the hellhounds' lust bleed out of his body from time to time. It shouldn't have been bleeding out at any given moment. He wondered if he needed to get sweaty first. Ah, he would be back to the gym tomorrow night; he could test it out.
