No, she had to think carefully about how to minimize the negative press.
"Arabella, why must you be so aggressive?"
Oliver Timmerman's face was filled with helplessness and sorrow, as if her becoming like this was a great misfortune.
Arabella Vanderbilt slightly lowered her head and brushed away the stray hairs on her forehead. Her unblemished forehead was revealed, gleaming with a moisturized sheen, full and beautiful.
"I only came here to say hello. Since the greetings have been exchanged, we won't disturb you any longer."
Faced with Arabella Vanderbilt, Oliver Timmerman had some indescribable feelings swirling in his heart, subconsciously not wanting to continue confronting her.
As he spoke, he took Juliana Vanderbilt's arm, who was lost in her own thoughts, and turned to leave. But it was at that moment that Arabella's cool voice rang out.
"Wait a moment."
The two of them stopped in their tracks, turned around, and watched as Arabella Vanderbilt stepped toward them.
