Why does it feel like the recent school anniversary celebration has suddenly blown all the "old classmates" from the depths of the sea to the surface?
Arabella Vanderbilt lifted a trace of indifferent smile toward him.
"Work?" Travis Miller said indifferently.
"Yeah. Mr. Miller, is this you coming to drop off your girlfriend for work?" Arabella Vanderbilt's tone sounded with a barely discernible subtlety, aside from that, the phrase "Mr. Miller" quite stiffly put some distance between the two of them.
Travis Miller glanced at her coldly and said indifferently,
"Yeah."
Arabella Vanderbilt nodded, "Then I won't disturb you."
Having said that, she opened the makeup room door behind her and went inside.
Travis Miller watched the firmly shut door, the trace of a smirk on his face gradually faded, and a fog rose in the depths of his eyes, utterly devoid of warmth.
"Travis, let's go."
