Whirlwind Marriage: My Possessive CEO's Undying Pampering Chapter 73: For an Operation Fee

"I’ve told you long ago, you can’t handle my uncle. Are you tired of being played with?" Albert Kingsley sneered, "Co on, kneel tonight and lick—"

"I’ll pay you, double the amount—"

Carla Carr finally moved, her eyes dark and eerie, glaring at Albert Kingsley.

Three seconds.

She casually retracted her arm, took out a lady’s cigarette from her bag, put it in her mouth, and lit it.

Ignoring that madman Albert Kingsley the whole ti!

In Albert Kingsley’s eyes, Carla Carr had always been a shrew, wild and vulgar, no different from a thug, always fighting, smoking, and drinking.

Albert Kingsley thought Peggy Carr was the real Miss!

In his heart, Carla Carr was beneath her.

If it were before, Carla Carr would have long gone crazy and fought with him.

But today, oddly enough, Carla Carr not only didn’t lose her temper but also remained calm, exuding an invisible... nobility?

"Carla Carr, don’t you dare pretend to be high and mighty with !" Albert Kingsley was annoyed, "I’ll give you two choices."

"First: be a good girl and serve well! Lick!"

"Second: spend your whole life selling condoms in this nightclub... or..." Albert Kingsley glanced at the woman dancing on the bar stage, "or end up selling yourself like them!"

Albert Kingsley was certain that Carla Carr was his uncle’s cast-off.

Before, his uncle protected her, and Albert Kingsley didn’t dare touch her.

But now it’s different, she’s been dumped, and Albert Kingsley can play however he wants, isn’t it up to him?

Carla Carr laughed at herself, pressing the burning cigarette butt against Albert Kingsley’s chest, she said slowly, "Albert Kingsley, I’ve long stopped selling condoms!"

She used to sell condoms, so what?

It was just to earn surgery money for her mom!

Wearing revealing clothes, flaunting herself to please n, all for a surgery fee.

If it weren’t for raising that money, how would she have t Albert Kingsley, and how would her mom, assuming she was selling herself, have suffered a heart attack and died suddenly?

That was a scar on her heart, and she wouldn’t let anyone touch it.

The burning cigarette pressed on Albert Kingsley’s chest, the skin burned, a sharp and scorching pain.

"Ah... hah, damn it—" Albert Kingsley scread, his voice torn.

"It hurts like hell... ah hah—"

"Carla Carr, do you believe I won’t kill you tonight?" Albert Kingsley was visibly furious.

Carla Carr glanced disdainfully, satisfied, "Albert Kingsley, you deserved that!"

"We all get one chance to live, why the hell should I yield to you?"

Albert Kingsley’s cheating debts were yet to be calculated by Carla Carr, and now he dared to bully her again?

"You wretched woman, you’ve burned so badly I can’t even get it up!!" Albert Kingsley cried miserably.

The bronze skin had blistered from the cigarette burn, and Albert Kingsley was utterly disinterested now, feeling reluctant to let her off so easily?

Albert Kingsley bit his teeth and lifted Carla Carr horizontally, carrying her into the next room, and threw her onto the sofa.

"Carla Carr, if I’m paralyzed for life because of this, I won’t let you off." Albert Kingsley cursed while covering his crotch, the pain making him suck in a breath of cold air.

"..." Oh? Carla Carr raised an eyebrow, catching an important detail? Albert Kingsley said he couldn’t get it up anymore?

Impotent?

Carla Carr couldn’t help but laugh out loud, "Albert Kingsley, you’ve ssed around with Peggy Carr too much, and you’ve emptied yourself, haven’t you?"