Joel Russo was silent again, for a long while—
"...Anything else?"
"What?"
"Rose essential oil."
"What... do you want to do?"
"What do you think?"
"...That's all."
"..."
"Any more questions?"
"Don't want to ask anymore."
"..."
-
The road back to the Vanderbilt Family home had already been blocked, and the reporters from various magazines had surrounded the gate of the Vanderbilt's villa.
Juliana Vanderbilt and others had no home to return to, so they could only rush back to the company overnight.
The entrance to the company was also packed with reporters.
Seeing the Vanderbilt car approaching from a distance, the reporters swarmed it before it could even turn around, making it impossible for the car to pass.
Juliana Vanderbilt, pale-faced, looked out the window at the reporters and, for the first time, felt they were like the zombies in horror films, who ate human flesh and drank human blood, wanting to devour her alive.
