"I've told you long ago, you can't handle my uncle. Are you tired of being played with?" Albert Kingsley sneered, "Come on, kneel tonight and lick—"
"I'll pay you, double the amount—"
Carla Carr finally moved, her eyes dark and eerie, glaring at Albert Kingsley.
Three seconds.
She casually retracted her arm, took out a lady's cigarette from her bag, put it in her mouth, and lit it.
Ignoring that madman Albert Kingsley the whole time!
In Albert Kingsley's eyes, Carla Carr had always been a shrew, wild and vulgar, no different from a thug, always fighting, smoking, and drinking.
Albert Kingsley thought Peggy Carr was the real Miss!
In his heart, Carla Carr was beneath her.
If it were before, Carla Carr would have long gone crazy and fought with him.
But today, oddly enough, Carla Carr not only didn't lose her temper but also remained calm, exuding an invisible... nobility?
