Carla Carr questions life. The first kiss she saved for twenty years was just carelessly taken away like that?
Stunned for a few seconds, she snapped back to reality, realizing that fighting really had no benefits, but she didn't regret it. If she had to do it all over again, she'd still fight Peggy Carr and Isabelle Nightingale.
She'd beat the hell out of those shameless jerks and bitches.
But... cleaning toilets? Isn't that going too far?!
Admiral, you just steal someone's first kiss like that?
Alexander Kingsley!!
Carla was so angry her teeth itched. She pulled out her phone and texted Eva Nightingale: [Eva, boohoo, I got into a fight at the Summer Palace today and now Alexander Kingsley has me locked up. I miss you so much!]
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On the other end.
Eva Nightingale looked at the message, anxiously furrowing her brows. A fight, oh god, they're outnumbered, and if it comes to blows, Carla might not have the upper hand.
