Afterwards, she walked over to her and slightly curved her lips upward, her clear voice rising slowly, "How about we change it to three prostrations instead?"
Juliana Vanderbilt's complexion changed abruptly.
Lifting her head, the weak and deceivable facade she wore began to crack bit by bit.
Finally, in front of so many people, she was glaring at Arabella furiously.
The smile on Arabella Vanderbilt's lips grew wider as she slightly leaned in, edging closer to Juliana.
An intimidatingly glamorous face suddenly loomed large before Juliana's eyes.
"Good, just like that. I suddenly find that tearing off your mask of hypocrisy bit by bit should be quite an amusing pastime. Juliana, I don't mind continuing this game with you!"
The anger and hatred in Juliana's eyes deepened.
