The Beauty Trap

The red-haired man sat down beside two other men, clutching his neck and complaining with a gloomy expression.

Preston Holt glanced at him, a hint of mockery appearing on his serious face. "You always claim to be very capable, so how did you end up in such a sorry state this time?"

"You have no idea," the red-haired man pouted, looking pitiful. "That woman is incredibly beautiful and delicate-look