Arabella Vanderbilt didn't speak, her silhouette still erected, motionless, turning a deaf ear to Juliana Vanderbilt's words.
That was just how Arabella was—sometimes without saying a word, she could crush someone's presence into submission in utter silence.
The feeling of humiliation from being ignored made Juliana Vanderbilt clench her teeth in private, but what made it worse was that Oliver Timmerman was right there.
It wasn't long before the elevator arrived, and Arabella Vanderbilt, holding her bag, stepped in with composure.
Oliver Timmerman and Juliana Vanderbilt followed her into the elevator.
Arabella Vanderbilt stretched out her hand and pressed the button for the 21st floor, where the R&D department was located.
As for the two people behind her, she didn't ask, nor did she care; she had no obligation to.
