Carla Carr questioned her existence, had she really lost her first kiss, saved for twenty years, just like that?
She was stunned for a few seconds before coming back to her senses. Fighting really had no benefits, but she didn't regret it. If she had to do it again, she would still get into a fight with Peggy Carr and Isabelle Nightingale.
She would harshly beat up those shameless scumbags and cheap women.
But… cleaning toilets, that's a bit too much, right?!
Admiral, you took someone's first kiss, and this is how you act?
Alexander Kingsley!!
Carla was so angry her teeth itched, she pulled out her phone and sent a text to Eva Nightingale: [Dear Olivia, sob, sob, I got into a fight at the Summer Palace today and Alexander Kingsley has imprisoned me, I miss you so much!]
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On the other end.
Eva looked at the text, her heart filled with anxiety, frowning. A fight, oh my god, they have more people, if it breaks out, Carla might not come out on top.
