She let the phone ring for a long while, only picking it up when Joel Russo came up from behind and looked at her.
"Why did it take you half a day to answer the phone?!"
The moment the call connected, Victor Vanderbilt's unpleasant voice came through.
Arabella Vanderbilt's voice was cold, "Is there something you want?"
"Dammit, can't I call you if there's nothing wrong?"
The vast living room was very quiet, and Victor's voice was robust, prompting Arabella to move her phone a few centimeters away from her ear. She glanced at Joel, who was frowning at her, pursed her lips slightly, and turned away.
"If there's nothing, I'm hanging up."
"You scoundrel, come back home tomorrow!"
"Why?" Arabella scoffed, feigning ignorance.
Today, she had slapped Juliana Vanderbilt at New World Plaza and smashed her car. She was bound to go home and shed tears over it.
The Vanderbilt Family had a habit of settling scores after the event, something she had grown completely accustomed to.
