Isabella Harrison and Vincent inexplicably exchanged glances with each other.
One awkward, the other looking as if they'd like to strangle someone.
Arabella Vanderbilt merely raised an eyebrow, "Do you prefer this sort? I think Juliana Vanderbilt would be better at… such things."
"That kind of woman is more suited to scum."
Isabella Harrison and Vincent exchanged another glance and nodded to each other.
Executive Chief Russo (Mr.) is right.
As he spoke, he reached out to put an arm around Arabella Vanderbilt's waist and pulled her into his embrace.
His low and mellow voice rose again, faintly, "Don't always demean yourself by comparing her to you, it insults me as well."
"..."
"..."
A few people could decipher the meaning behind Joel Russo's words.
One scum, and one scum's woman.
Different species naturally should not be compared.
However, this…
