CHAPTER 65: CHAPTER 65: CARLA CARR DEALS WITH HER EX

"So then, Albert Kingsley, when you see me, you’ll have to kneel and call me ’Aunt’!" Everyone’s got a temper.

Albert Kingsley was fuming, call her ’Aunt’? Why doesn’t she just drop dead?!

"Carla Carr, you manless, bitch." If it weren’t for Carla Carr, why would Albert Kingsley’s reputation be so tarnished?

She made him attend the party, only to be mocked by everyone; Albert Kingsley’s pride was utterly crushed.

"Being a bitch is still better than you." Carla Carr was never one to back down, "I’ll tell you right now, I’m going to be your aunt, oh, and by the way, your uncle is not only handsome and fit, but he’s also... bigger than you..."

Is Albert Kingsley a super Plus?

Albert Kingsley’s hair turned green, no, his whole body did, as he yanked Carla Carr into the Maserati sports car, starting the engine, heading towards the city’s bar street.

...

The dimly lit private room.

Filled with a sense of passion.

The colorful spotlights enhanced the ambiance.

Albert Kingsley shed his suit jacket, and directly unbuckled his belt, his look threatening, not at all like a joke.

"Hey! You scoundrel, what are you doing?" Carla Carr’s original tone was fierce, but she was too caught up in her lines, now her voice was husky, more womanly than before, "Albert Kingsley, don’t you dare mess around, I’m telling you."

"Did you say my uncle is bigger than me?" Albert Kingsley couldn’t believe it.

Damn it, Peggy always praises how big he is! She even said he was the biggest she’d ever seen!

Today, he’s going to let this dead woman Carla Carr see for herself just how big he really is.

Albert Kingsley was already unbuttoning his shirt, unbuckled his belt... and removed his blindingly pricey Patek Philippe watch.

Seeing things take a turn for the worse, Carla Carr backed away, trying to put distance between them, cautioning, retorting: "Albert Kingsley, you’re just a skinny toothpick, okay? All those videos from Peggy are proof enough, so why bother hiding?"

Just thinking about them doing those things behind her back made Carla Carr feel sick.

"Admiral Alexander Kingsley is better than you, better in every way, especially in that department, he’s your Plus+Plus—"

"..." Albert Kingsley was furious, being so provoked as a man, he felt incredibly humiliated, and in his anger, he yanked Carla Carr over and pressed her down hard on the sofa, "Do you believe I’ll destroy you?"

The colorful lights flickered on Albert Kingsley’s green hair.

Albert Kingsley’s breathing was intense, he was a man after all...

"Get lost." Carla Carr frowned, "If you dare touch me, Alexander Kingsley will destroy what’s important to you."

Actually, Carla Carr was not very confident in what she said.

After all, nothing had actually happened between her and Alexander Kingsley.

At most, he forcibly stole her first kiss and... grabbed her chest!

Albert Kingsley is a playboy, Carla Carr knew he was capable of anything.

"Let me go!"

Just thinking about Peggy and Albert Kingsley being involved made Carla Carr sick again.

She kicked him squarely in his vulnerable spot, then pushed him away to escape.

Albert Kingsley was so sure of himself, thinking he could definitely get her, but never expected her to kick him.

"Carla Carr! Sooner or later, I’ll have you underneath me!"

"Play with you, then throw you away like trash!"

So what if his uncle had played with her first.

This only made Albert Kingsley more intrigued, he hadn’t had any interest in Carla Carr before.

Now, since Carla Carr was with his uncle, Albert Kingsley found her interesting!

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