Peggy Carr was tottering on ten-centimeter high heels.
A sheer lace dress clung to her body, showing off her proud figure to the max.
The two round boobs in front were more than half exposed.
Peggy Carr's clothes were basically the same as not wearing anything…
"Little sis, long time no see. Still alive and well, huh…"
That voice made Carla Carr and Eva Nightingale both turn around.
"Peggy Carr, why is it you…" Carla's half-sister with the same father.
"What? So surprised it's me?"
Peggy sneered, stepped forward, and looked Eva and Carla up and down, her eyes full of jealousy and disgust.
"No matter what, I'm still your older sister. Calling me by my name like that—what kind of manners is that? Did you lose all your upbringing?"
"Upbringing?" Carla's face turned ugly. "Someone shows up and immediately starts spewing filth, and you wanna talk to me about upbringing? You think you're worthy?"
"You!!"
