"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.
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The dimly lit private room.
Filled with a sense of passion.
The colorful spotlights enhanced the ambiance.
