Looking at Joel Russo's face which clearly had not improved, Arabella Vanderbilt leaned closer to him and said with a smile,
"But she doesn't know that you are so astute, completely immune to her tricks."
Joel Russo looked down at her, "You're not suited to be a sycophant!"
The flattery was obviously clumsy and poorly executed.
Arabella Vanderbilt's expression stiffened for a moment, "I'm not lying either."
"So, are you saying this is actual flattery?"
"..."
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When Arabella Vanderbilt arrived at the company, everyone looked at her with an indescribable emotion in their eyes.
Of course, Arabella knew why, but she did not take it to heart.
Being upright, she feared no crooked shadow. Thanks to Juliana Vanderbilt's 'blessing,' over the years she had become immune to all poisons.
Isabella Harrison, out of concern, had already been waiting in Arabella Vanderbilt's office.
Dressed casually, she sat in the office chair with a golf club lying across the desk.
