Dressed in a high-end fashionable suit, it was the simplest and most imposing style for working women.
Her tall and slender figure fully supported that kind of elegant intellect, and her aura was shrewd and competent.
Her stunning face was characterized by an innate coldness that kept people at a distance, while her starry eyes indifferently surveyed the surroundings, calm and even faintly shimmering with a few threads of cold light.
The steps she took in her white high heels were steady, and her naturally voluminous curly hair cascaded down her shoulders, gently swaying with each movement.
Before anyone else had a chance to react, Rosy Roberts strode up to her, her face wearing an indifferent look as she sharply rebuked.
"Why are you only arriving now?"
Arabella Vanderbilt gave her a cold glance, her tone brimming with nonchalance and detachment.
"I made it here, Chairman Roberts, that's already commendable."
