Vincent watched Arabella Vanderbilt walk away before he spoke, "Sir, Mr. Carlos, the executive of the French X jewelry brand, called for you. It seems to be related to the unilateral termination of the cooperation agreement at the mall today. Would you like to call him back now?"
Under the tall plane tree, Joel Russo's tall figure stood quietly, his features as imposing as mountains, his face expressionless. The setting sun's afterglow swept past him, half bright and half dark, creating a desolate silhouette.
Without Arabella Vanderbilt by his side, the warmth and tenderness that accompanied her presence also dissipated with her departure.
Vincent's nerves gradually became tense.
"I will contact him in the evening."
"Yes."
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The melodious sound of a violin drifted through the corridor, and Arabella Vanderbilt couldn't help but slow her pace.
It was a piece she was unfamiliar with.
