Chapter 1563: Little Thing, Do You Know Who I Am?

Chapter 1563: Chapter 1563: Little Thing, Do You Know Who I Am?

Therefore, this little incident didn’t draw everyone’s attention.

Peggy Carr still felt things weren’t dramatic enough: "Don’t worry, sister, I think you’ve had too much to drink..." Given Carla Carr’s strength, she might directly get physical, and then she’d be the one to suffer!

So, she said, "No matter what, we are sisters. Besides, what we’re saying isn’t wrong, why harbor such hostility towards me?"

Carla Carr was still holding a wine glass, sitting in a booth. Wearing a black long dress, she appeared very elegant, but she just slightly curled her lips, looking at Peggy Carr with a half-smile.

After a while, she slightly opened her mouth: "Sis?"

"Doesn’t someone realize how much harm they’ve done? Why do I have to point it out?"

She brought so many people here, surely with the intention of causing trouble for me?

Carla Carr glanced at Peggy Carr’s bag and frowned: "You wouldn’t be thinking of drugging me or something, would you? Such tricks are outdated, try something new."

Peggy Carr: "..."!!!

The hatred she felt inside.

She didn’t deny it; she really wanted to make a move against Carla Carr.

Being exposed like this, it doesn’t feel good at all!!

Peggy Carr’s face turned completely green, feeling humiliated by being called out like this and worried she’d become a laughingstock...

But so what?

Luckily, she had a backup plan all along.

*

Alexander Kingsley arrived when it was already late at night. His purpose was purely to take his little wife home.

After all, places like bars are full of mixed crowds. Alexander had been here before, but not frequently. Speaking of which, the progress in his acquaintance with her was actually at a bar!

Alexander entered the bar alone, with his entourage waiting outside. He didn’t want to storm in with a crowd, fearing it would seem like a Black Society affair.

Moreover, he guessed she had probably had enough to drink by now?!

Her alcohol tolerance wasn’t good; she’d get a red face from drinking. It wasn’t difficult for Alexander to guess she was drinking; bringing too many people with their intimidating aura would scare her.

Thinking this, he quickened his pace.

"Wow, so handsome and manly!"

"Dang, that handsome guy looks familiar, like I’ve seen him somewhere before?"

From the moment Alexander Kingsley walked into the bar, he attracted the attention of numerous beautiful women. For some reason, his presence carried an intense violence, keeping those women at a distance with only a longing to admire his handsome profile from afar.

...

Carla Carr was annoyed by Peggy Carr and her bothersome friends, so she squeezed into the crowd and leaned against the railing.

This stunning beauty wasn’t merely fierce.

Two glasses in and she became dizzy!

Images of the chubby little face of a young girl floated through her mind.

The booming DJ continued to echo in her ears: "We didn’t end up together in the end..."

Wearing high heels, she couldn’t stand steady and staggered directly into a chest, a sturdy one mixed with masculine hormones.

"Ugh..."

The scent of a man flooded her nostrils.

Alexander Kingsley clasped her with his hand, worried she might fall.

Meanwhile, Carla Carr only felt herself embraced by this man, almost instantly pushing him away: "Get lost..." Didn’t he know she had a husband already!!!

This lady doesn’t do casual hookups, doesn’t play one-night stands, OK?

"What did you say? Telling me to get lost, huh?" Alexander Kingsley’s lips were near her ear, his big hand around the drunken little woman, "Do you know who I am?"