When Arabella Vanderbilt received the text message from Joel Russo that he had boarded his flight past nine o'clock, her already subdued mood sank even lower.
Isabella Harrison was like a dragon that shows its head but not its tail, either immersed in social engagements or frantically working in the office.
Arabella Vanderbilt, dressed in a white lab coat, was repeatedly running experiments on a new product in the research laboratory.
Before noon, she left the laboratory and had just entered the office when Isabella Harrison burst in.
"Let's go! Arabella, let's make up for yesterday's missed lunch."
Her speech was like a machine gun, hurried and not allowing for the slightest delay.
"It's just a lunch, why are you so hung up on it?"
"No matter how busy I am, I still need to eat lunch. I'm not a robot. There's a new restaurant opened in the east of the city that's not bad. Let's check it out."
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While driving, Isabella Harrison chatted with Arabella Vanderbilt.
