"Love." Albert Kingsley replied.
"Love is a light, green enough to confuse you." Alexander Kingsley smirked playfully, "Not bad, you should dye your hair. Your flaxen hair is too low-key, go for green!"
Alexander's tone sounded like a suggestion, but in reality, it was a notification, an order. Moreover, as a soldier coming from top special forces, even when speaking in a cold voice, he exudes a powerful oppressive aura and a strong sense of killing intent.
His words are something nobody can defy.
Albert Kingsley: "..."
Green hair, Uncle, are you serious?
After all, he too is a legitimate Kingsley, he needs to maintain face, doesn't he, Uncle? Do you have to make him look so bad!!
If he really dyed his hair green and went out, would he have any face left?
However, once Alexander spoke, it was a fact set in stone, unchangeable.
So...
An hour later.
Isabelle Nightingale fainted and bled on the spot.
Albert Kingsley's hair was dyed green by the adjutant.
