Arabella Vanderbilt let out a breath, "Now that I'm back in the country, what kind of show have you picked up?"
Yosef Reed replied nonchalantly, "Just a fantasy sword-fighting drama. With the unstoppable rise of sci-fi abroad, I thought it's about time I do something for our domestic film and TV industry."
Arabella's brows and eyes were indifferent as she stood up, "Have your assistant send me your recent schedule, I'll take care of the arrangements."
Yosef Reed, considering doing something for the domestic industry?
A high-sounding excuse.
"You're leaving just like that?"
"Thanks to you, I've got other work to hand over."
Yosef Reed curved his lips, "You just need to follow me. You are my Eldest Miss, how could I let you tire yourself out?"
Arabella tugged at her lips, "That's thoughtful of you."
She was about to leave when Yosef Reed suddenly grabbed her arm.
"You broke it off with Oliver Timmerman?"
Arabella's expression darkened, and a frown formed between her brows.
