Doing such indescribable things in this KTV room, even on the sofa, it’s outrageous that she thought of it, and even more outrageous that she openly admitted it.
"Nng..." Carla Carr didn’t care about him, she slid her fair little hand to her fragrant shoulder, and directly undid the only underwear left on her body.
Her fair and smooth skin was exposed, unobstructed, in front of the man.
She rubbed against the man: "Tonight, if you sleep with me, you’re my husband. So, hurry up."
She was inexperienced, unsure of how to start; although she was usually a little daring, she hadn’t truly done such things with a man.
Alexander Kingsley felt inexplicably hot, his bronzed skin was marked with her teeth, as she seemed to be urging something.
But he remained indifferent, yet undeniably, she was lighting fires all over his body, causing him to burn with desire.
"Alexander, can’t you get it done?" This jerk, after being bitten for so long, how could he not take action? Clearly, he, clearly he was responding.
He finally found his voice, tightened his grip on her small waist, flipped over, and pressed her beneath him.
Holding her tight, he gave her a gentle tap, and Carla Carr fell into a deep sleep.
On the other hand, the Nightingale Family had already turned chaotic.
Isabelle Nightingale and Violet Hargrove’s reckless escapade last night had already reached the ears of all the Nightingale Family relatives.
Right now, that crowd downstairs was sarcastically ridiculing: "Oh my, some people have no shame at all, the Nightingale Family’s reputation is completely ruined, I don’t even dare to attend banquets anymore, for fear of being drowned in spit."
"Right? Some people are so unrestrained, I heard they were even ’invited’ to spend a night at the police station, tsk tsk."
Isabelle Nightingale closed the windows, isolating those annoying voices.
"Mommy, what should we do?" Her new facade was gone, Benjamin Grant knew she’d been violated by so many old men, how could he want her?
The position of Mrs. Grant seemed about to be hers, she couldn’t let it slip away just like that.
"What can we do?" Violet Hargrove snapped, hardly able to speak, her body was hurting terribly.
Originally going to the Imperial Palace to capture Eva Nightingale’s scandal, planning to drug her, who knew that nothing went as planned, and they themselves got entangled instead.
The key issue was they couldn’t remember who the masked attackers were, let alone who was behind this.
Thinking of this made them even more furious!!
Because that night at the bar, they were drugged and had a wild encounter with many men, and videos of it circulated online in different versions, now they are disgraced.
Violet Hargrove planned to go downstairs to investigate, but as soon as she opened the door, Amos Nightingale walked in and slapped her hard across the face: "Slap—"
The loud slap landed fiercely across her cheek.
Then, Amos Nightingale angrily scolded: "Are you mother and daughter trying to destroy the Nightingale Family? All those scandals have been exposed, where’s Amos Nightingale’s face now?"
The Nightingale Group was enormously harmed as well, how could he possibly be in a good mood?
"Slap." Another slap landed heavily, "You shameless woman—"
Violet Hargrove tried to explain, but was hit with another hard slap.
"Disgrace!!" Amos Nightingale was so angry that he nearly had a heart attack, cursing under his breath before slamming the door on his way out, with a heavy thud: "Boom."
Watching Amos Nightingale leave, Violet Hargrove finally picked herself up from the ground, gritting her teeth with resentment.
Eva Nightingale, it was all Eva Nightingale’s fault; Violet Hargrove brought people to catch her in the act, but ended up shrouded in her own scandal, nearly disgraced.