"Love," Albert Kingsley replied.
"Love is a light, green that makes you panic," Alexander Kingsley smirked playfully, "Nice, you should dye your hair. Your flaxen color is too low-key, dye it green!"
Though Alexander Kingsley’s tone sounded like a suggestion, it was in fact a notification, a command. Being a soldier and a top special forces operative, even his cold voice carried a strong sense of oppression and an intense aura of killing intent.
No one could defy his words.
Albert Kingsley: "..."
Green hair, Uncle, are you serious?
After all, he was a legitimate heir to the Kingsley name. Did he need to lose face ? Uncle, do you have to embarrass him so much!!
If he really dyed his hair green, how could he hold his head high in public anymore?
But, once Alexander Kingsley gave his orders, it was a nailed-down fact, unchangeable.
Isabelle Nightingale fainted from losing blood.
Albert Kingsley’s hair was dyed green by the adjutant.
Yes, a full head of green!!
Even non-mainstream, hair sticking up in all directions!
After Albert Kingsley’s hair was done, Isabelle Nightingale was sent to the hospital, while Water Moon Pavilion was left in a pool of blood and a stench.
Carla Carr looked at the green-haired Albert Kingsley, unable to hold back her laughter: "Albert, you must be a big idiot—"
Having the vast Hulunbuir Grassland on your head, how does it feel?
Who did he have to like? Why Peggy Carr? Peggy is so wild, Albert Kingsley was probably "green" before his hair was even dyed.
"Now it’s your turn!" Alexander’s eyes gleamed dangerously, practically slicing across Carla Carr’s face like a knife, "Tell me, how should I punish you?"
"..." Carla Carr clutched her bleeding wrist, feeling a chill down her spine.
This man, was he the legendary... Admiral?
The great commander of the Sovereign First Special Zone?
The Imperial Crown Prince’s right-hand man?
Albert Kingsley’s uncle is even more handsome than Albert, how can a man be this enchanting?
If she could cling to this man, she would have nothing to worry about in the Sovereign Empire. She could face off against Peggy and Albert anytime, right?
Carla Carr took a deep breath and leaped at Alexander, acting all familiar: "Hubby."
"Your nephew bullied me."
"He and those two bitches bullied me—"
Whose kid is this, randomly claiming kinship?
Albert Kingsley: "..."
Adjutant: "..." Wasn’t the Admiral supposed to be on the other team, when did he turn straight?
When did the Admiral meet a woman?
When did the Admiral start dating?!
When did the Admiral get married!
Hubby, this woman called the Admiral hubby, so does it mean the Admiral has, has, has... crossed that line?
But wasn’t the Admiral gay!
Even if he crossed that line, it would be with a guy... a guy!
"Hubby, sob sob, want a hug~" Carla Carr went for it, her voice as soft as to make a man’s waist buckle, draping herself over Alexander’s waist, the pose was nothing short of provocative.
Do you have to be so direct?
Alexander’s face changed, finally turning ominously dark! Initially, he intended to toss this woman into the stinking ditch of the back hill.
Yet, he swung his large arm, wrapping it around her slender waist, and walked into the High General Residence: Summer Palace.
Albert Kingsley: "..." Completely bewildered.