"I told you a long time ago, you can't afford to climb up to my little uncle, are you tired of being played with?" Albert Kingsley sneered, "Come, tonight you'll kneel and lick me—"
"I'll give you money, double it for you—"
Carla Carr finally moved, her eyes dark and eerie, looking at Albert Kingsley.
Three seconds.
She casually withdrew her arm, pulled a lady's cigarette from her bag, placed it in her mouth, and lit it up.
She completely ignored that madman Albert Kingsley!
In Albert Kingsley's eyes, Carla Carr was always a shrew, wild and vulgar, fighting, smoking, drinking, no different from a hoodlum.
Albert Kingsley thought Peggy Carr was the true Miss!
He felt in his heart that Carla Carr was inferior.
If it were in the past, Carla Carr would have flipped out and fought him.
But today, surprisingly, Carla Carr didn't flip out, and maintained a calm demeanor, exuding a kind of... nobility?
