"Hehe... Carla?" Peggy Carr retorted sarcastically, "You got to know her in the bar back then, do you not know what kind of person she is?"
"She might just be a woman who would sell her body for money, marrying your little uncle—she really knows how to act! I don't believe she could be a pure woman when she mingles in a decadent place like a bar..."
Her words grew even harsher: "Her mother stole my dad, she herself is a bastard child, not worthy to be in the spotlight her whole life."
"She even framed me before, so it's only right that I trouble her." Albert Kingsley has no reason to side against his own.
"She is the lady of our High General Mansion, try touching her!" Albert Kingsley had only this to say.
After laying down the heavy words, he left.
Leaving Peggy Carr sitting in the car cabin, her face looked extremely unpleasant.
Despite her privileged status, she couldn't win against the other, naturally making her angry.
