Married At First Sight By Gu Lingfei

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.
Even Zachary couldn’t do this.
“Aside from being better-looking, younger, and in better shape, what else do you have?”
Mr. Labbe’s eyes, when he looked at Carrie, were still so wild.
Carrie finally understood. When he looked at her like this, he saw her as his mistress and his plaything. No wonder the
conditions he promised her were so generous, such as buying a big villa, buying a new car, and giving her $300,000 in pocket
money every month.
She needed to exchange her body for it. She felt that Mr. Labbe was taking care of her.
Mr. Labbe really wanted to take care of Carrie. He stood up, sat next to her, and put his hand on her thigh. He said, “Miss
Newman, follow me so that you can have a backer and continue to live the kind of generous life you once had.

You can get everything back in the Newman family in the future. Don’t you want to step on your eldest sister? Don’t you want her
man to become your subordinate?
I won’t come 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 a lot of benefits from me in a month.
Miss Newman, to be honest, if you didn’t hate Serenity, I wouldn’t have asked you to do this for me. Others are afraid of the
power of the York family and dare not offend Serenity.”
Carrie slapped away his hand that was groping her thigh, quickly sat aside, and distanced herself.
“Mr. Labbe, can this be just formal support? It’s just a show for others to see.”
The advantages drew Carrie, but she didn’t want to become an uncle’s mistress.
Camryn was the second young lady in the York family, but she wanted to become someone else’s mistress. She couldn’t accept
such a stark contrast.
If this man wanted to marry her, she would still consider it.
But when it came to being a mistress, she really resisted.
If the other party was a dozen years younger, as young and handsome as the York family master, she might be able to accept it.
Mr. Labbe chuckled. “I’ve given you so many benefits, but I can’t get any substantial return from you. I always feel a little bit at a
disadvantage.”
Carrie immediately put the bag on the coffee table and said, “Well, I’m sorry, Mr. Labbe; please ask someone else; I can’t reach
an agreement with you.”