The low and ice-cold voice almost froze the surrounding air into crystals, not loud, yet it silenced everyone present.
Faye Wright's expression, along with her entire being, stiffened in place, staring in disbelief at the man whose tone had suddenly changed.
"Sir... what are you talking about?"
Faye's tongue tied in knots as she asked, still not willing to give up.
But Joel Russo never gave her another glance, instead, he turned and walked over to Arabella Vanderbilt, placed his hand on her waist, and gently pulled the somewhat stunned woman into his arms.
"Vincent, get the eyesore out of here—"
Vincent in the crowd almost laughed out loud!
Thrown out?
How so?
If it were a man, that would be somewhat easier to handle!
But no matter how you slice it, she was a woman, how could they as men lay hands on her?
The sir really knows how to pose a tough problem!
