Joel Russo's phone had actually been ringing since dinner, but after getting glared at a few times by Old Madam, he simply muted it.
Shortly after getting in the car, the phone rang again.
Joel pulled out his phone for a glance and then set it on the holder, turned his head to scan her, and said indifferently,
"Connect my phone to Bluetooth."
As he spoke, he put on a Bluetooth headset, controlling the steering wheel with one hand as he drove out of the Lynch estate.
Arabella Vanderbilt bent over, silently extending her slender fingers to tap her way through the settings on his phone screen.
After that, the car was filled with Joel's low and detached voice, almost entirely in foreign languages, and each call was different, the languages hardly the same.
She could vaguely understand some of it, English, French, German, Russian.
He switched between each with ease, sounding pleasant to the ear.
