The sudden voice made Arabella Vanderbilt's eyelashes tremble as she instinctively turned around.
Joel Russo's pair of black eyes were as cold as profound ice, and his deep-set features carried an intense murderous aura.
It was as if a sharp and piercing chill was emanating from all around him.
That presence almost carried with it a sense of destruction, as if eager to tear someone to shreds.
"How did you get in?"
Joel Russo squinted at her, slowly turning to look at the laptop screen in front of her.
The entangled bodies of two women were already rolling together on the bed.
Suppressive moans came from the laptop's speakers, darkening Joel Russo's face even more.
Arabella Vanderbilt awkwardly stood up, her whole body filled with embarrassment.
She turned to Joel Russo, leaning on the desk, her hands propping up the edge, and awkwardly smoothed her hair.
"... Did you finish eating?"
Her face was flushed, and she couldn't bring herself to look up as she spoke.
