Carrie’s face suddenly turned ugly. She said, “Mr. Labbe, do you want me to be your mistress?”

She was only twenty years old, young, and beautiful, and with her background, it would be no problem for her to marry into a wealthy family and become a young mistress.

Even if this uncle Labbe took good care of himself and was probably about the same age as her father, he actually wanted to take care of her!

It’s like an old cow eating young grass.

Mr. Labbe chuckled. “Miss Newman, you have no special skills, and you are unwilling to bow to reality, and you are unwilling to work a job that earns several thousand dollars a month. How do you live? Do you want to depend on your brother for living expenses?”

Carrie was shocked.

How did Mr. Labbe know about her conversation with Trenton?

Could it be that Mr. Labbe had people watching Carrie a long time ago, and he knew everything she had done, who she had met, and what she had said?

That, that, was too scary.

Zachary couldn’t

and in better shape, what

when he looked at Carrie, were still

her like this, he saw her as his mistress and his plaything. No wonder the conditions he promised

body for it. She felt that Mr. Labbe was taking

care of Carrie. He stood up, sat next to her, and put his hand on her thigh. He said,

want to step on your eldest sister? Don’t you want her man

here often, and you don’t have to stay with me every day. At most, it will only be a few times a month. But you can get

asked you to do this for me. Others

that was groping her thigh, quickly sat aside, and distanced

Labbe, can this be just formal support? It’s just a show for

Carrie, but she didn’t want to become an

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