"I’ll take on all three of you today!"
Albert Kingsley couldn’t escape either.
Carla Carr fought one against three, giving Albert a good beating as well, and as a result, the four of them just started fighting again.
Just like that, Water Moon Pavilion, this high-class and elegant, once leisurely and tasteful spot, was turned into a scene of chaos.
There was also a strong stench of herring cans permeating the air...
The entire Summer Palace was filled with the stench.
Meanwhile, a black, low-key luxurious Bentley slowly drove into the Summer Palace.
The man in the back seat was dressed in the Admiral’s uniform of the First Special District of the Sovereign Capital, with two rows of gold stripes embroidered on his shoulder, a symbol unique to the President and the Admiral.
His posture was lazy and casual, with a few hints of wickedness on his handsome face, making him strikingly charming in a roguish way!
"Admiral! Water Moon Pavilion..." The driver stopped the car and looked at Water Moon Pavilion, resembling a ’battlefield’, at a loss for words.
Alexander Kingsley frowned, his eyes narrowed slightly, exuding a sense of danger, damn it!
Inside Water Moon Pavilion, the three women were still fighting fiercely!
Albert Kingsley stood to the side, covering his mouth, damn, this herring can is fucking disgusting!
He originally planned to go to Nightfall Palace later to find a group of beautiful women to accompany him, but now he had no interest at all, Carla Carr was really horrible!
"Enough!" Albert Kingsley grabbed Carla Carr and gave her a hard push, causing her to fall directly to the ground.
The shattered glass on the floor left a cut on Carla Carr’s wrist, and blood gushed out.
Albert Kingsley was furious: "Carla Carr, Peggy was right, you’re just an illegitimate daughter, even if we didn’t break up, I would never marry you."
The Kingsley Family was prestigious in the Sovereign Capital, Carla Carr, as an illegitimate daughter with a lowly status, was only fit to be a plaything for these playboys and could never marry into a wealthy family.
Carla Carr endured the severe pain, could she control her own status?
What’s wrong with being an illegitimate daughter?
Sure, Peggy Carr was Miss but that didn’t mean she could treat her so viciously.
Carla Carr had never thought about competing for anything... but this time was different.
She stood up: "Yeah! I’m an illegitimate daughter, but isn’t Isabelle Nightingale the same?"
"And Albert Kingsley, you think I fucking care about you?"
Taking advantage of Carla Carr not paying attention, Isabelle Nightingale swung a beer bottle at her.
Who would have thought, Isabelle Nightingale’s high heels slipped, and she was the first to fall, her stomach hitting the corner of the table, blood staining her dress...
"Pretty exciting." A cold, sharp voice rang out, carrying a few hints of amusement, "Good fight, really good fight."
Water Moon Pavilion, turned into a vegetable market?
Punks fighting in the streets?
Noble family heirs and ladies? Is this how it is?
"Had enough of the fight?" As Alexander Kingsley finished speaking, he directly took out a handgun and tossed it to the ground, "Go on, keep fighting."
The black handgun hit the ground with a solid sound.
Albert Kingsley was so scared that he trembled all over, kneeling down with a thud, his voice shaking: "U-Uncle, you, why are you back?"
Alexander Kingsley raised his eyebrows, glanced at the three women, and instead of answering, asked: "Are all three of these your women, hmm?"
"Oh, the one on the ground, had a miscarriage."
"Uncle, only the child in Peggy’s womb is mine, not Isabelle’s." Albert Kingsley explained.
Alexander Kingsley’s thin lips tightened as he looked at Peggy Carr, then asked: "Do you love her very much?"
Albert Kingsley replied blankly: "Yes."
"Have you ever heard this saying?" Alexander Kingsley’s voice remained cold, the Admiral’s aura, imposing and magnificent.