And upstairs, Juliana Vanderbilt, too, was sleepless all night!
Last night, after Arabella Vanderbilt had hit her, she had almost used ice to soothe her face for the entire night before the swelling went down.
However, the slap to her mouth dealt by that sturdy bodyguard had not faded away even up to now.
Drinking water still caused pain in her mouth.
The events of the previous night's anniversary celebration flashed through her mind incessantly; every expression of Arabella's, every word, and every letter, were part of a trap.
And all of them had been calculatedly ensnared by her.
Every time she thought of this, Juliana clenched her teeth firmly, her body shaking violently, her eyes brimming with a blood-red hue, ferocious like a crazed wolf.
And then there was the man from yesterday, whose presence was too overpowering, and the bodyguards he brought were the elite of the elite, even his assistant spoke with an unusual arrogance.
