Hearing Greg's offer, Viktor was silent for a moment.
'Hmm, Eva and the others have got a good penthouse. I've been having some tough days lately. There's nothing wrong with having some entertainment here for a while.'
"Okay, I accept your offer," said Viktor.
Greg, who heard Viktor's good response, smiled with satisfaction. "Then let me leave for a while. I'll be right back."
The bald-headed man left the room. Not long after, a line of top Russian womens entered the room.
Viktor's eyes opened wide at their presence.
"Master Viktor, I'll leave them with you. If you want anything else, ask this person." Next to Greg was a man in a neat black suit. "His name is Makarov. He will serve you tonight."
Greg then left the room.
Feeling uncomfortable, Viktor told the three men in this room to leave. "Boris, Torri, you guys just wait outside. You, Makarov, if I need anything, I'll call you.
"Yes, Young Master."
"Very well, Mister Viktor."
