Afterwards, the young girl looked up at Joshua Sulliven nearby, walked over to him at a leisurely pace, her fingers lightly caressed his hair, then landed on his white shirt and gently stroked it twice before turning back to her own seat.
"How about it? Victoria, have you taken a liking to anyone? If you have, you must speak up—don't be polite to Uncle Armstrong." Toni Armstrong spoke amiably. Had it not been for the murky glint in his eyes giving off a sinister vibe, he would have seemed fairly amiable.
Victoria Carter sat in her chair, took a light sip of red wine, and her gaze fell on Joshua Sulliven.
Joshua Sulliven met the young girl's eyes, his expression unchanged.
The young girl curved her lips into a smile, "It seems the Third Young Master doesn't seem to like me very much."
A chill settled at the bottom of Joshua Sulliven's heart, but when he looked at the young girl, he replied with a rakish smile, "I'm not too fond of 'steamed buns'."
