However, the surprise left Arabella Vanderbilt a bit hesitant.
After thinking briefly, she made a direct call to Joel Russo.
"Hmm?" Joel Russo's deep voice came through the receiver, the inflection rising at the end, laced with discernible doting.
Arabella Vanderbilt pursed her lips and glanced down at the box in Vincent's hand, then walked over.
"I received the gown you sent, but Davis... It's too much..."
"Hmm?" Davis suddenly lifted his head, a man whose skin was irritatingly flawless, his face gradually reddening with anger.
What did this woman mean?
Who was he? Davis!
Which woman wouldn't want to be transformed by him into the most dazzling presence?!
An opportunity others would beg for, yet why did it seem so distasteful to her?
Even more infuriating, he had initially offered his service willingly, only to be turned away!
A tremendous humiliation!
"Why?" Joel Russo asked.
