"Punk, sooner or later, I'll show you how formidable I am! And as for you, Carla, it won't be long before I'll have you willingly climbing into my bed and crying out in pleasure!"
With a cold laugh, Berthold casually waved his hand and then left.
Carla's face was flushed with anger, yet she wore an expression of helplessness.
Orson was locked up, so she was left without any support. If Berthold decided to be aggressive, she had no idea what to do!
"Carla, don't worry. As long as I'm part of Violet Flame Sect, I won't let Berthold lay a finger on you."
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