Although Joel Russo kept his eyes on the road while driving, he still noticed Arabella Vanderbilt's expression.
"What's wrong?"
"Didn't you say you wanted to pursue me? If you just investigated a little, you should be able to understand quite a bit about my life."
Arabella turned her head to look at him.
The night lights of Krent City were brilliant, and the changing colors flowed across his perfectly angular profile with the movement of the car; his nose was high and straight, his eyebrows like distant mountains, all conveying a sense of fine nobility and pride.
There was a silence in the car, with only the melodic piano music still playing in the background.
Just as Arabella thought he wouldn't answer and was about to turn her head back toward the car window, Joel's deep voice slowly began to resonate—
"Do you want me to investigate you?"
Arabella turned her head to look at him, her expression somewhat surprised.
