Arabella Vanderbilt's voice was icy cold, resolute, and filled with an imposing sharpness.
Juliana Vanderbilt's body tensed slightly.
"Sis, I apologize on behalf of my fans..."
"Then you'd better hurry and compensate me for the money to fix my car smashed by your fans."
Juliana Vanderbilt clenched her teeth secretly, "That's only right."
Just for the car-smashing incident, how much money did Blue Rhythm actually pay out?
Though her car wasn't worth much, it still irked Juliana Vanderbilt.
"Alright, since Juliana isn't pursuing it, let's put this matter aside for now."
Suddenly speaking up from the main seat, Rosy Roberts received not a single glance from Arabella Vanderbilt.
Such indifference.
Rosy Roberts' sharp eyes swept over Arabella Vanderbilt and narrowed slightly as she continued to speak:
"But remember, don't let similar incidents happen again. Juliana is now an artist under Blue Rhythm, and Blue Rhythm can't withstand this kind of trouble!"
