Being praised for her intelligence was not a good thing for Arabella Vanderbilt at this moment.
She remained silent, placed the peeled shrimp into her mouth, and chewed methodically, yet it tasted bland as wax.
"I had always thought that the Timmerman Corporation, on the brink of bankruptcy, could make such a miraculous comeback, and become one of the top domestic cosmetic companies within a mere three years mainly through clever strategies, but there must have been a fair amount of luck and coincidence involved. Now, it seems that might not be the case."
"Scheming is an excessive term to use. I discovered a treasure."
Arabella looked up at him, and Joel Russo was smiling back at her, his expression open and easy, yet it made Arabella's heart feel slightly unsettled.
Joel noticed her evasion, and his eyes grew even more profound.
