Chekhov paid no heed, instead, his sleazy eyes were lingering on a woman with long silver hair, imagining as if she was stark naked in front of him.
"Chekhov!" Young Master Steen's face turned cold, his eyes revealing a hint of murderous intent.
"Oh, Steen, what were you saying?" Chekhov, under the furious gaze of the silver-haired woman, diverted his gaze and looked at Steen with a sarcastic smile.
Seeing Chekhov, who previously displayed slight trepidation towards him, now returning to his arrogant demeanor, Steen coldly said, "I want to know what exactly is Butcher's plan? And, is he coming to Thailand?"
"Steen, this woman by your side is really sexy. Especially that tempting mouth of hers. Imagine, grabbing her hair and sliding the old chap in there… That must feel exhilarating," Chekhov smirked and picked his nose distastefully, completely ignoring Steen's question.
"Alice, I'm giving you one minute to teach him a lesson," Steen said, his face darkening.
